It’s been so great discovering this little world of healthy food enthusiasts… it’s really inspired my kitchen creations. I used to get in a lot of ‘food ruts’ – eating the same sort of things day in, day out.
Nowadays, I get so excited to create new recipes, or try other blogger’s recipes.
Actually, reading blogs of any description has really got my creativity cranking. I’m having so much fun just making STUFF. For some reason, I have a lot more focus these days. Maybe it’s because the time I have to get a little project completed is usually pretty short. Either when Misty’s sleeping or after dinner is about it… not like ‘back in the day’ before child where I just had too much time on my hands to know what to do with.
I made this washable snack bag as I am so sick of using plastic snap lock bags for Misty’s snacks when we are out and about. So much plastic. This is great as it is a light vinyl-you can wipe it out, or chuck it through the washing machine.
I can’t help defacing things, even with a sewing machine. Angry apple.
I’m always wanting new and different non dairy milk ideas… I’ve made home made almond, coconut and brown rice milks. They were all good, but not great if you know what I mean. Store bought almond milk is not that flash here down under, and it’s super expensive so not really worth it. Home made coconut milk is good for cooking, but not so tasty in coffee or tea (which I drink a LOT of). I actually mix my home made coconut milk with Dr Bronner’s amazing soap and use it as shampoo. It really is wicked knickers stuff.
I stumbled across the idea of tahini milk while reading Gena’s blog. Awesome. Tahini is one of my favourite things, and I love mixing it into soy milk with a touch of agave and cinnamon already. I whipped up the recipe and it was love at first sip. Great on it’s own, or over cereal.
I had about a half cup of this recipe left over (the barley) I chucked it in the freezer, not wanting to waste it. After returning from Sydney to an empty fridge, I pulled it out to feed my hungry beast. I was being a lazy Mama and didn’t want to spoon feed it to Misty, and was bored so I decided to bake it into something.
Baked Barley Fridge Scrape:
- 1/2C this recipe
- 1T ground flax seed mixed with 3T water to make a flax egg
- 1/8t baking soda
- 1/16t baking powder
- 5t coconut flour (I reckon chickpea flour would work well too, the texture might be a little different, but would be good)
- Combine all ingredients.
- Spoon into a lined baking tray (a mini muffin pan would be great but I don’t have one, so I used a tiny loaf pan – 10cm in length)
- Bake for 30 minutes at 170 degrees C.
- Turn off oven, take the bake out of the pan and flip onto a cooling rack upside down.
- Put back into oven (which is turned off) and let the bottom dry out a bit until the oven had cooled down completely.
Seemed to go down a treat. Fruit, flaxy and easy to hang on to – no Mama spoony needed.
Anything new/creative/fun you’ve made or discovered recently?
I eat a lot of fruit. A lot. Perhaps a little too much? How much is too much? I don’t care, I love the stuff. Today I had an apple, a pear, 2 bananas, 6 prunes, and sculled a bunch of the fruity beverage featured below. That’s a pretty normal fruit day. Viper hardly ever eats fruit. I don’t get it; I don’t feel right if I don’t get in at least a couple pieces of fresh fruit a day. Misty is working on a couple of chompers at the moment, so apart from the grizzlies, he is off his usual solid fare. Bring on the smoothies – he is guzzling back a tasty combo of banana, pineapple and coconut milk as I type. Chunks of frozen watermelon seems to be helping those sore gums too.
My thing is pineapple at the minute. Oh yes, we have entered the pineapple-kick territory. As the pattern goes with my fruit consumption, I tend to go too hard, too fast. I get excited and go overboard. With pineapple in particular, this can have horrible results. Enter the sliced and diced mouth and tongue. Those tasty fibres are sharp. I have found blending it up helps this problem, and opens up a new world for pineapple creativity without the bleeding mouth.
I made this for Misty and me the other day… and am now looking at other ways to use up copious amounts of pineapple juice and puree I have hanging around.
The beauty of these recipes are that canned pineapple if just fine to use if you don’t have access to tropical fruit as I do… just try to use the varieties that don’t contain added sugar.
Photo from week in Sydney… this was at an amazing water front cafe called the Boathouse at Palm Beach (for those in the know, near where ‘Home and Away’ is filmed. No, I didn’t run into Alf… ‘stone the flamin’ crows!)
Use for Juice:
Pineapple and Mint Kombucha
I’m totally digging home brew Kombucha… so delicious and ridiculously easy once you have the appropriate fungi. Thanks to Kaitlyn from The Tie Dye Files for the how-to guide.
- 1/2C pineapple juice
- 2t lime juice
- 1 litre of brewed Kombucha
- Handful fresh mint
Purpose for Puree:
Pineapple Fluff Sprinkle
I use this sprinkle to add texture to things like tofu pudding, yoghurt, ice cream or oatmeal/cereal combos. Love the crunch of buckwheat, and the coconut flour is so good when it soaks into any kind of liquid. You could use any kind of fruit puree if pineapple is not your thing – apple, mango, peach, pear, apricot. All good.
- Pineapple puree (225g pineapple blended with 1/4C water)
- 1C raw buckwheat groats
- 1/2C coconut flour
- 1/4t sea salt
- 2t coconut oil, melted
- 1-2T liquid sweetener, depending on your sweetie preference (I used apple juice syrup concentrate – agave, rice syrup, even maple would all be fine)
Combine all ingredients, either place in a dehydrator or do what I did and spread on a lined baking tray for 1 hour at 120 degrees C. Lower to 100 degrees C for another 30 minutes. Turn off oven, leaving tray inside until it has cooled down completely.
Pineapple Fluff Sprinkle with toasted pepitas and Green Monster Tofu Pudding (recipe coming). Crap picture as this was a night time snack, and there is no light.
Fruit consumption? Big, non existent or in between? Fresh/dried/canned frozen? Fruity thoughts?
I love my house. I’m a bit of a homebody. I love the freedom of being able to do what I like, when I like and not feel uncomfortable. I like my stuff where I want to put it. I like to be able to relax in my surroundings with Viper, Misty and Boosty. After almost a decade of house sharing, I relish in the luxury that is living on our own as a family.
I have lived in a few different cities, many different houses, with a variety of colourful characters. I’ve been pretty lucky, I suppose, I haven’t had to endure any really horrible or hideous people – most of those I have lived with I consider good friends today – there have been just a few who have been what I call special.
Special Housemate #1:
He was hairy. I mean really hairy. He once asked me to help him dye his hair (!) I remember not being able to distinguish where his head hair-line stopped and his neck hair began. Shudder. We named him the Reclining Beast, as he liked to sprawl himself in his favourite armchair, wearing an old tatty terry towelling robe with nothing underneath. It would always “accidentally” fall open. I think he was a bit of an exhibitionist. Yeah, he was really hairy.
This is not him, but the likeness is eerily similar.
Special Housemate #2:
He was a perfectly nice kind of guy, but there was just something a bit off about him. You know what I mean? We named him Creepy. It didn’t matter what you said, he had already done it, but 10 times better. He was stronger, faster, smarter and richer than you could ever dream. He literally told us he was a lead guitarist in a band, an on line entrepeneur, a barista, and a talented chef. Yet he worked in a coffee shop, lived in a dingy house with us, and would always pay his rent late. Hmmm.
The creepiness was what went on in the bathroom. This guy had some weird habits. Picture this: you get up in the dark at 3am to use the bathroom, but it’s occupied. By Creepy. You wait out in the hall, thinking that he won’t be long in there, it’s 3am for Pete’s sake.
He would spend hours in there. In the middle of the night. Doing what you may ask? Who knows? He would violently turn the taps on, off, on, off, on, off, on. His hair dryer (yes, hair dryer. He had really short hair, and would always wear a hat. Hmmm) would be blasted in a similar ferocious fashion to the taps. There was much speculation over what went on during those midnight bathroom sessions. Actually I don’t think any of us really wanted to know the truth. Creepy.
Why? Why would he need one?
Special Housemate #3
Pigman. I secretly called him Pigman. Slightly mean, yes, as he did have a little bit of an upturned nose. It wasn’t the nose however, that inspired the name. It was the snorting. Every morning I would be woken from my slumber not by the sweet melodies of songbirds, but by the snorting of phlem I could hear through the walls. The whole household would be woken by this snorting, It was disgusting. The snorting wasn’t the only annoying part. There were the stories too. So many stories.
I have always worked in quite ‘socia’l work settings – either retail or hospitality which both involve a lot of “people-time.” By that I mean constant interaction with not just work mates, but the general public. This can be pretty draining; usually when I got home of an evening, I was done with talking for the day. I wanted peace, quiet, and chill out time. Pigman would barrel into the house, literally shouting his stories of the day at my head. At first I tried to be polite and humour him, but after a while I just couldn’t handle it. The stories would not stop, and when one ended, another one would start-up straight away. He was the Never Ending Story (teller). I would actually physically walk away from him, and he would follow, shouting his stories at the back of my head.
Viper called him “Smokey the Bear” as when he had finally run out of stories (by this time, I would have barricaded myself in my room just to get away from the stories) he would retire to his room and proceed to watch surfing DVDs all night while a particular pungent smokey aroma would fill the house. So the snorting, story telling swine was also a stoner. Amusing now that I look back on it, but he drove me crazy. Thinking about the snorting still makes me shudder. It was disgusting.
Now when I need to relax, and escape to my own special place, I drink this:
Chai Spice Tea
This is my ‘loose’ recipe – my mix changes on a weekly basis. Add or subtract whatever you like. I’m a fan of spice, so sometimes I even add chilli and fenugreek depending on my mood.
- 2t black pepper corns
- 3T dry ginger root (ginger powder will work)
- 3t nutmeg (use whole nutmeg and grate it)
- 3T whole cloves
- 2 cinnamon quills
- 6 whole star anise
- 2T rooibos tea
- 4T powdered mixed spice
- 2T green tea
- 1 1/2T green cardamom pods
- 1/2C strong black tea of choice ( I used this mix which included other random bits and pieces) Plain black tea is fine.
Put your cardamom, cinnamon, and star anise in a mortar and pestle.
Smash it up.
Mix with other ingredients.
Brew however you like – I’m crazy for really strong tea, so I put it in a very fine mesh tea infuser lined with cheesecloth (so all the powdered bits don’t escape and make sludge at the bottom, ick). I let it steep for about 10 minutes in boiling water, then add honey and a tiny splash of milk. This is my usual cuppa, but in the evenings when I want something a little more hearty and comforting, I steep the tea in vanilla soy milk and add a bit of maple syrup. Warm, sweet, milky, spicy – makes for one sleepy and satisfied Lou. Especially when I can drink it in my own house with no special house mates or snorting.
Have you had any special house mates?