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Rupert Rising Bread

Rupert and the Sunrise
Rupert and the Sunrise

Sometime ago Indigo Bunting wrote a blog post that mentioned getting a sandwich on Rupert Rising Bread. Of course the name made me research it because of my Rupert and I hoped that someday I could taste some of this bread.

Before we headed out on our trip to the North East to visit colleges I did a few searches about Rupert Rising Bread. I found their website that said they provided bread to local restaurants and shops. I thought we might be able to make a detour to the town of Rupert (for photo opportunities as well as bread) but didn’t know if I could actually buy the bread at the bakery. While in Vermont I kept a keen eye out for signs of shops that sold the bread or made sandwiches out of it. I nearly asked the folks at Carol’s Hungry Mind Cafe if they knew where I could buy some in Middlebury but was a little too shy.

I was resigned to not get the treat of Rupert Rising Bread as we headed to Parts West to visit Indigo Bunting and Lali. I knew we would probably chat a while and would not have time to visit the town of Rupert, Vermont.

So I was surprised and delighted when Indigo Bunting mentioned that she’d bought us a loaf of Rupert Rising Bread (which then caused all kinds of chaos while Rupert was brought out to meet Indigo Bunting, Lali and the God Cod).

After we left Parts West we thought of how to best honor this loaf of bread. Indigo Bunting warned us that it should be eaten soon because it had no preservatives so about an hour after we left Parts West we all had a chunk of bread. It was delicious and made us think even harder about what to have it with when we got home.

I suggested Vichyssoise since it was quick, but then remembered we had no potatoes. Dean suggested canned soup. I thought it should have something other that lowly canned soup. I suggested spaghetti with “red sauce. Dean suggested spaghetti with clam sauce. This went on and on and when we got home we were not all that hungry anyway so our first real meal complimented by Rupert Rising Bread was bread and cheese and tomatoes.

Rupert and Rupert Rising Bread
Rupert and Rupert Rising Bread

The next day we planned a better meal — eggplant Parmesan. Dean and Andrew also made sandwiches with it. Tonight we have a few small pieces left and will use it to sop up extra cheese from our au gratin potatoes and gravy from the Easter ham.

It was a rare treat and hopefully someday we’ll get to taste it again.

Thanks, IB. It was well appreciated and not one crumb was wasted.

Porridge

[Note: I’m sure any steel-cut oatmeal is as good as the kind I had today — I am not endorsing one brand over another. I just liked the can and this was my first taste of steel-cut oats. McCann’s did not give me any free products. Or a free trip to Ireland. Honest.]

McCann's Steel-cut Irish Oatmeal
McCann's Steel-cut Irish Oatmeal

It took me years to actually like oatmeal, but when I did learn to like it — I really did. At first, and for years, the only oatmeal I’d eat was the instant, flavored kind — especially the apples and cinnamon flavor. Then, probably after having oatmeal at bed and breakfasts, I’d occasionally make, what I thought to be “real” oatmeal — the kind you cook for a while on the stove — or in the microwave, I believe Quaker calls it “Old Fashioned Oats”. I found that if I put brown sugar in it I could eat it.

Our kids, especially our daughter, liked oatmeal — and called it “porridge” — probably because my husband or I called it that to make them want to eat it — it sounded like something out of an old-time story.

While my husband continued to eat oatmeal in the mornings, I quit eating breakfast altogether, except for the occasional container of yogurt.

Recently, however, I had coffee with a friend at Starbucks. Well, she had coffee, I had orange juice and some of their oatmeal. I’d had it before, and always felt it tasted better at Starbucks (probably because I was overpaying there). My friend said that there were various grades of oatmeal — and some tasted better than others. She said she thought that the oatmeal I was used to was pre-cooked — that was why it was flat. I always assumed that oats were flat. She said that she and her husband ate steel-cut oatmeal. I’d heard of it, but had never tried it. It sounded too wholesome for me.

So the other day I was at Giant and thought I’d give steel-cut oatmeal a try. I found a brand of oatmeal I’d eaten before — McCann’s Irish Oatmeal. The can itself was worth the price. It is all old-fashioned looking and boasted of winning a prize at the World Colombian Exhibition — an event that I’m obsessed with. I figured that if we didn’t like the oats, at least we’d get a cool looking tin out of it.

This morning I followed the directions and made a serving of oatmeal. The oats looked so different from what I thought oats looked like — they were like very small pebbles instead of like thick pieces of taupe confetti. I understood what my friend meant about the other oatmeal being pre-cooked.

Cooking the oatmeal took a long time — more than a half hour. I wondered if there might be a quicker way to make this and thought I’d check online. Once the oatmeal was ready to eat, I felt that the time involved was worth it. The taste is much more intense than that of regular oatmeal. All I added was a sprinkling of dried fruit and a dollop of Greek yogurt.

Delicious.

Processed foods. And me.

For years and years I avoided processed foods. I made cakes and brownies from scratch. I rarely bought pre-made spaghetti sauce. I cooked only fresh (or sometimes frozen) vegetables. The only processed food I’d make was Kraft Macaroni and Cheese because it was such a comfort food.

If I made anything (except Kraft Mac & Cheese) from a mix, jar or bag I felt guilty. I’m not sure what I felt guilty for, but I felt guilty nonetheless.

Lately, however, I’ve been making more and more meals out of processed foods. I almost always have a jar of Barilla (or Rao or Bertolli or Classico — what’s ever on sale at Giant) in the pantry and often use it in place of the tomato sauce in a spaghetti sauce recipe. I rarely make deserts from scratch anymore — in fact I don’t remember the last time I made a cake or brownies not from a mix.

I’d noticed other people cutting corners by using processed foods and figured it would be ok if I did it too.

Really lately (like in the past couple of weeks) I’ve made a lot of processed food. The most notable is Bertolli’s frozen entrees. I’d seen them at the grocery store and thought they might taste ok and longed for a quick and easy meal to make when I didn’t feel like cooking or for something the kids could make for themselves. I finally bought one when it was on sale and served it for dinner (just Andrew and me, but Dean tasted it) and liked what I tasted. It was pretty good. And I didn’t have to cook the pasta, make the sauce, brown and cook the meat. All I had to do was throw it in a pan and heat it for 10 minutes.

So last night I made one of these meals for dinner. Dean had eaten, Clare was at Prom, Andrew had a sandwich earlier but I was hungry. I thought the food tasted good, but then remembered why I’d avoided procesed foods for so long. It wasn’t the price. It wasn’t to keep me busy. It wasn’t even the taste. It was because these things are unhealthy. I could feel my body absorbing the salt in the entree and I’m sure there are chemicals in the meals that would not have been in anything I’d made fresh. According to this web site, the portion I had last night (1/2 a bag) would be walked off in 158 minutes. That’s a lot of walking for an easy meal.Plus the sodium in that serving was nearly half my daily allowance. (assuming I’m a 37 year old 144lb female which I am not)

So, I once knew why I tried to make fresh food and limited my processed food intake, but the lure of convenience blinded me — made me forget the real reason I liked to cook from scratch. It wasn’t because I loved cooking. It wasn’t because we couldn’t afford to buy processed foods. It wasn’t because processed foods tasted bad. It was because they are full of things that should not be regularly ingested.

Damn. I gotta start cooking for real again.