When I decided to take the month of February off from alcohol, I knew there would be some days or events where I’d miss it more than others. Super Bowl Sunday. My favorite local band, Reverend Blue Jeans, playing on a Saturday night. Seriously. Football and Beer. Rock Music and Beer. These things were made for each other.
I don’t think I was prepared for how much I might miss a nice glass of wine on a Tuesday night.
It’s true that I enjoy a glass of wine while cooking, or perhaps while I am relaxing after the meal as I linger at the table with a good friend in deep (or not so deep) conversation. And so it was, two nights ago, I was sitting at the table after a lovely dinner. I missed my glass of red wine.
What did I do instead of lingering over that glass of wine?
I made a pound cake.
(Note, the reason that pound cakes are called pound cakes is because the original recipe calls for a pound of sugar, a pound of butter, and a pound of flour. This is not a low-calorie dessert).
While I didn’t embark on this resolution with losing weight in mind, I admit I have been curious about what the elimination of empty alcohol calories would do to my body. Would I lose weight?
According to the USDA Calorie Counter, five ounces of red table wine has 125 calories in it and one slice of pound cake has 163 calories. In the interest of full disclosure I should say that this recipe was from my favorite dessert book: Rosie’s Bakery: All Butter, Fresh Cream, Suger Packed, No-Holds-Barred Baking Book. One slice of Rosie’s pound cake probably has more calories than your average pound cake recipe.
Even if I assume that the USDA estimation of pound cake calories is correct, I am already better off drinking the wine calorie-wise. Then we add in the fact that red wine, in moderation, is supposed to be good for my heart while butter and cream cheese (yes, gilding the lily a bit, but hey, I do what Rosie tells me to do) are most certainly not good for my heart. It’s possible we should also consider the fact that even though I give most servings of my late-night baking treats away after I make them, it is possible I ate pound cake for breakfast the next morning.
So, either I should abandon all thoughts about losing weight during my period of self-inflicted abstinence or I should amend my resolution to no-alcohol and no-late-night-baking.
This is a tough decision. I think I’ll take some time to ponder this over a cup of tea.
And perhaps a slice of pound cake.