Someone told me the Europeans remain slim and lithe because they don’t snack between meals. Have you ever heard such a useless piece of information? I feel so sorry for them! I find it difficult to believe that the Europeans’ svelteness can be bringing them very much joy.
I love snacks: salty, sweet, fresh, pickled, with or without nuts. In the absence of snacks we would be stuck with…just meals and that’s woefully insufficient. Here is my latest favorite (next to Trader Joe’s Dark Chocolate Pretzel Thins which I have asked the good people at T.J. to please not sell to me, even when I come into the store in disguise).
I highly recommend these butter lettuce cups with tofu (I like Wildwood Sprouted Tofu because it’s firm and sounds so healthy), sirachi and sesame oil. I top them with tamari-roasted pumpkin seeds. I was going to market it to you as a light meal but that’s pushing it. I mean if it’s one in a succession of twelve similarly proportioned meals you eat in a day, fine. But otherwise we can safely call it a snack.
I have been on a quest for snacks lately since I am training for a race. I find that I am constantly prowling the fridge and cupboards like a teenager. My parents used to say that they couldn’t walk into our kitchen without seeing someone’s hind end – usually mine – hanging out of the fridge. So I am reliving my teen years (eat, run, repeat) but, sadly, without my youthful stamina or metabolism.
But I snack on, and I hope you will as well. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go to Trader Joe’s…just having some trouble finding my wig.