My kids grew up in a natural-foodie household—that’s all they ever knew. Brown rice, tofu, stir-fry veggies, and a variety of comfort-foods-gone-natural were their bread and butter, so to speak. Given that I was pretty successful at making it all taste good, everyone was generally eager for dinnertime to roll around.
Until, that is, I’d bring out the desserts. Eschewing white flour, white sugar, butter, and eggs (and lacking any talent in working with their whole-grain vegan counterparts), my desserts in those days left a lot to be desired. I remember the fateful day when I produced yet another dense under-sweetened square I was trying to pass off as a cake, and my daughter looked at me and said, “Mom, just stop trying.”