A Tasty Treat in Just Minutes, & Only Four Ingredients :)

My sweet tooth dragged me to the kitchen after making my a couple of videos today, a welcome note for my website, plus a new EFT video.

First came the coconut, then I added cacao powder, figured I'd need something to sweeten - maple syrup from Yurai's parents- thank you very much - and cream, just because I can. ;)

You don't need a recipe, do you...? 

Ok, if you do, here's approximate measurements-

1/2 cup shredded coconut

1 Tsp (unsweetened) cacao powder

1Tbsp maple syrup 

1Tbsp cream 

(**add whatever else you fancy, cinnamon, cardamom, chia seeds, cacao nibs, oatmeal.....)

Mix everything together.

If mixture is too wet, add more coconut, otherwise more cream or maple syrup, depending on your tastebuds, and roll into balls or eat straight out of the bowl with a spoon.

How many portions? Enough.
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Play with your food! :D 

That's all, post done. 

Let me know if you try these, and don't forget to add a whole lotta love-- It'll negate the rest of the ingredients, if that's a worry for you (like it used to be for me). <3

Much peace and love. 

My very first chutney

With all the cherries we recieved from Yurai's parents, I'd been promising to make chutney. We cooked up all the cherries so they wouldn't go off, kept some in the fridge to be neatly rolled into crepes, made some cherry chocolate ice cream (which is so simple and really, there's no need for an ice cream maker), and the rest sit in the freezer, waiting to be turned into chutney.
Key word be 'waiting.' 



Alas, such is the way with this dear foodie, who has half a dozen projects on the go. No stress, I just roll with it. :)

With the cherries waiting, Yurai's folks made a surprise drop off over the weekend. This time tons of currants, red, white and a blueberry shade too-. 

Neither of us really love them, so Yurai pulled off the stems (not my favourite job-bless him- !!!), whilst I had my creative mind elsewhere for a few moments-revamping our 'Modern Alchemy for Emotional Freedom,' website.  Still working on the totally new one, which will compliment my own website, and eventually, Yurai's- like a small collection, but I'm not designing clothes, this time.
Once an artist, always an artist. ;)

I digress...Back to currants. Once he finished, into a pot they went, on low heat, cooking in their own time, while I carried on playing with our website. 

There was a beautiful crimson blob by the end, which I converted into an even more beautiful crimson blob, complete with rich flavors from the onions, ginger, cloves, cinnamon, coriander...not forgetting the compulsory brown sugar & vinegar. 

On an aside, less than a year ago, I wouldn't have made chutney because of the high sugar content, even though I loved it. "That just cannot be good for you...." Blah blah blah. 

Gone is that rule. Thank God (myself).

If I love it, and it's supposed to have sugar, then I will add the sugar and love it too 😉. 

Now then, I have to admit though, as with most of what I cook/create, this one is a very loose recipe. 

The ratios for sugar:vinegar are roughly the same (or 1 : 66, respectively). That was pretty much all I knew for certain, the rest I could and did swing, having reviewed a few different recipes for chutney, (linked below).

I love my first batch which contained roughly: 

3 cups of mixed (cooked) currants (juice removed) 

1.5 medium sized onion 

1 cup brown sugar 

2/3 cup (plain) vinegar 

(Approximately)

1 tsp salt

1tsp coriander seeds (whole) 

1/2 tsp cloves 

1 1/2 tsp fresh ginger (finely chopped) 

1 tsp mustard seeds 

1/4 tsp Chili flakes
(a lot of recipes call for raisins, I didn't have any, so skipped that part). 

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Quite literally, you just throw everything into a pot at the same time, and cook on low heat for about 45mins to an hour, keeping a watchful eye towards the end, so as to not reduce too much, burning your lovely chutney.

If you do what I did, and already have cooked fruit, you don't need to cook the mixture for as long. Having cooked the berries, they'd released a lot of water, which in the process, turned into a ruby red syrup- I did add a little (to moisten the mixture), at the very beginning. Go with your gut. :)

**Instead of adding everything to the pot, as mentioned above, I left the currants till last, once the onions had softened. 

 AND, seriously, play with your food. I've given rough estimates above, always leaving room for your own tastebuds to make magic. OR pop along to anyone of these recipes, which I skimmed through:

From The Kitchn, Marisa Mcclellan's 'An Adaptable Chutney'
From The Kitchn, Nigel Slater's 'Dark and Sticky Fruit Chutney'
From BBC's Goodfood.com, Emma Lewis' 'How to make Chutney'
From Jamie Oliver.com, Claudia Medeiros' 'Cherry Chutney Recipe'

Serve as you wish, I had a few bites with the potato curry/masala I made a couple of days ago, but I can imagine this piece of art with a dozen other foods already. 

Jeeze, I love food, and creating. 🌞

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My Visual Mind:

A little picture story about a Potato Curry, paired with a mixed  Currant Chutney, my first ever, would you believe? :)

Picture 1- Quite simply, Potatoes, chutney & Coriander Shoots
Picture 2- Let's add some chill flakes
Picture 3- And currants as garnish
Picture 4- Currants atop the Potatoes, of course
Picture 5- Another view :)










Take some time for you and play. C'est tout :)
Much peace and love. <3

My Food Manifesto :)

I wrote this back in August 2013 and it seemed quite fitting for it to be my very first post for this food blog.  

I laughed as I read it, but stick to the original, even though I've softened out since writing it :) Enjoy!

...For The Record, just a few Random things: 

I am not vegetarian.
Nor Vegan
Nor Pescatarian
Nor Fruitarian
Nor Breatharian
Nor Paleotarian
Nor Zerosugaratarian
Nor Atkins, SouthBeach, Zone, or Dukanatarian
Nor Cardboardboxatarian
Nor anythingelserelatedtofoodatarian.

I eat.
I don't eat things called carbohydrates, or protein, or fat.
I just eat food
That I like
Which tastes good, & sometimes even orgasmic
And contributes to my happiness.

Usually things which grew from the earth
And, or things which used to breathe,
In no particular order nor consistency.
In their most natural forms
Hence I love sashimi,
And steak tartar
And veggies
And fruits
And bread
And bryndza (sheep cheese), especially. Though I don't descriminate against other cheeses
Not forgetting dark chocolate, and nuts, and seeds.

Sometimes cooked, sometimes raw, all jumbled up
Tra la la.
With the occasional Magnum thrown in
Not the gun, the almond one.

 I eat when I'm hungry, as opposed to when I should
And I don't eat breakfast
Nor lunch
Nor dinner
Nor snacks
Just food, sometimes 2, sometimes 5 times a day, or maybe more.
And water, lots and lots of water, blessed, of course.
Guiness too.  I kid you not-It saved a deteriorating mans life once, and I'm sure (well I imagine, and not guess), that if his health was to deteriorate again, he would forgo all the doctors who couldn't help him last time, and drink Guinness. Again.
Bless the Guinness too
And wine.

I don't use sun block. That's as ludicrous as water block
Though too much of anything isn't good for me, and probably you too
 Except love and laughter, there's always more to be had
And inner-peace (not peas-though I love them, but too many of them would turn me green, which I don't want to be-nothing against the Incredible Hulk nor ninja turtles, regardless as to whether they're Teenage and Mutant).

Hormones. May as well be 'mones of hor's, or "whoremoans."
I don't care about any of them, but especially: insulin, estrogen & testosterone. Nor moobs (man-boobs). I'm happy with my own, thank you, and that's enough.
And my hips. They don't lie.

Though I shower myself with love everyday, I don't, in fact, wash my hair everyday
Maybe twice or thrice or even once. A week. Whenever need be, that is my way.

I am neither fat nor thin, nor lean nor chubby. I am perfect as I am and that's why I'm so free
I don't jog.
Nor Zumba
Nor Bootcamp, per se
Nor Crossfit
Nor Strengthtrain.


I no longer have a six pack
AND.I.DON'T.CARE.AND.I.DON'T.CARE.AND.I.DON'T.CARE.AND.I.DON'T.CARE. AND.I.DON'T.CARE.AND.I.DON'T.CARE. At all. 

I move. I challenge. I flow. I press. I pull. I twist. I resist. I sprint. I walk. Alot, because I love it. And I do what I love, and love what I do.

Numbers: Age.Calories.Men.Weight.Fat%age.Size.Time.
Don't matter.

Age - is what it is and matters not.

Calories - none of my business, [because if grandma turned out ok after all these years not knowing of their existence, (even with all the invisible friends whom she chats with daylong), they can't matter].

Men - Once you go Slovak, you never go back. And never say never.

Weight- Don't wait, stop now. At what point did a scale become so "holy"-determining moods, whole days & lives? Get off and chuck that shit scale out.

Fat%age - same as calories

Size-I don't have a size. I have a style and pick garments according to it ranging from 34-42, or XS-XL, in fashion jargon...Key word being JARGON. aka: bullshit

Time: I like the way 3:33 looks, 11:11 too. Otherwise, besides scheduled meetings, it isn't of importance. To me.

I am just like you, and nothing really matters. Just Live. Just Love. and laugh, don't forget to laugh.

What's your deal...who are you?

As always, love & light :*