Today is Good Friday, the day that’s traditional for eating Easter eggs. Or chocolate of some description. Like Christmas, Easter is associated with food and one food in particular. Chocolate. I woke up craving chocolate.
Now as any doctor will tell you, we crave food for a reason. It’s because our bodies want something in that food. Dark chocolate – the chocolate that’s the best – contains all sorts of nutritional goodies but it’s also very high in sugar. Though the darker the chocolate, the higher the percentage of cocoa solids, the less sugar.
Steak can replace chocolate?
Before I set off shopping I asked my partner what he fancied for tea – we don’t eat dinner in our house. We eat “tea” at about six o’clock which is better when you’re trying to lose weight than eating late. Though my instincts are to eat late. This I think is common with the overweight. Anyway he said how about beef. Now I didn’t fancy doing a beef joint. Far too much effort for a holiday weekend. So, I went up to the butcher’s counter at my local supermarket (no names but some of you will know which particular supermarket this is and even where) and saw two of the most gorgeous, juicy-looking, eat me eat me eat me EAT ME looking Scottish fillet steaks.
They cost HOW much?
I asked the assistant to weigh me one of them – the biggest. It was 198 grams, about eight ounces. “Is, er, is that, do you think, I mean, could that do two of us?” I asked her uneasily. She smiled and shook head. She was quite small, well, seemed small to me. Not overweight at all. And I’m fairly sure not on commission. “I could eat one of these by myself,” she smiled.
“Okay then. Weigh the other one.”
Now I just wanted to see which was the biggest so I could buy that for the two of us. But she gave me a price for both.
“£11.68.” Gulp! Just under 400 grams, a bit under a pound or 16 ounces.
‘Go on then, I’ll have them instead of the Easter egg I’m craving.”
“Good choice. Would you like some of our flavoured butter to go with?”
I politely demurred. Said I would make peppercorn sauce with creme fraiche, brandy, peppercorns, butter and splash of red wine.
And by magic the craving goes!
And we did indeed enjoy. “Wow! Those steaks are big,” said himself as I bashed them about then set them into a pan sizzling with good-quality finest Cornish butter with sea salt granules. “Might not be able to finish mine!” Guess what? He did. So did I. I served them with the sauce and chestnut mushrooms and a mixture of green vegetables. I did him some roast potatoes too and had a tiny one myself. But my meal was mostly protein and fat, though of course there are carbs in the mushrooms and vegetables and much-needed fibre. As well as a ruck of vitamins and some calcium too.
Moral of the tale
So the moral of the tale is, when you crave chocolate, it’s possible what you’re really craving is red meat. I paid nearly twelve quid for steak because that’s about what I would’ve paid for a good-quality dark chocolate Easter egg. I just had the steak instead.
I think I made the right choice. Three hours after eating my steak I’m still after glowing and still full. It’s a rare treat for us to eat steak, mostly because they don’t last beyond the meal they’re intended for whereas the chicken I’ll be cooking us tomorrow will do at least two more meals for us. But, oh steak is such a treat. Don’t you think? And perhaps having it only occasionally makes it all the more enjoyable. And my chocolate craving has gone.
Have a great Easter.