Apparently, this is the season for carrot cake, because I’m seeing all kinds of tempting recipes in my blog feed (I use Bloglovin to follow several.) And since I love carrot cake, I’ve developed such a craving for it in the past couple weeks. But, we’ve had other sweets around the house, and I couldn’t justify one more (no self-control here). Plus, carrot cake isn’t on my daughter’s approved dessert list for the dinner we’re hosting tonight for her and a dozen friends before their dance. So, I figured I’d get my fix with this healthy carrot cake smoothie. It’s so good!
Each serving has two small carrots (the whole kind), plus a banana, walnuts, cinnamon, allspice, vanilla and a dash of salt, blended with almond milk. A tablespoon of nonfat Greek yogurt whirled in provides the perfect tang to balance the smoothie’s sweetness and mimic carrot cake’s requisite cream cheese frosting. (I actually tried it with a teaspoon of cream cheese instead, and…..just no. And who puts cream cheese in her smoothie?)
Anyway, I have to scratch my head about carrots and bunnies being associated with Easter, the most significant Christian holiday. Growing up, we colored Easter eggs on Good Friday but Mom and Dad never arranged for us to find an Easter basket, because as Mom said, “We didn’t have the Easter Bunny in Italy. This is an American thing.”
And so I raised my kids the same way, coloring eggs with them but never giving them a basket. “We’re Italian. There’s no such thing as the Easter Bunny,” I’d tell them.
And that seemed to go over okay (they still received candy and baskets from relatives when they were young.) But just a few years ago, when my kids were already big teenagers, they called me at the grocery store to plead their case.
“Mom, can you please give us Easter baskets? All our friends get money and presents on Easter, and we’re the only ones whose parents don’t give them anything.”
“Sure. I’ll buy you each a pack of gum and deodorant and hand them to you in a plastic bag,” I joked. (Santa, a.k.a. my hubby, was notorious for leaving deodorant in the kids’ stockings for several years, along with candy and gifts.)
“Awww…come on, Mom! Don’t you want to be a helicopter mom? We want you to be a helicopter mom!” (They hover.)
What can I say? They won me over.
I have to admit, I had fun as I ran around the store, finding things to put in their baskets. And when I got home, they were so excited. It was the cutest thing. They took turns locking themselves in the bathroom so that the other could hide their basket. Then, they ran around the house searching for the goods. At their ages, it was priceless. And I ate some of their candy, of course.
I’m still adamant that there’s no such thing as the Easter Bunny. But, did somebody say healthy carrot cake smoothie?
(Recipe Source: Cooking with Mamma C)