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Gwyneth Paltrow's savory quinoa

I haven’t been here for ages. As usual, it didn’t mean I wasn’t cooking.

For about a year  (and especially last 6 months) I felt that if  Soren Kierkegaard and Paul Sartre were alive I would become their best buddy! We would have so much in common and so much to discuss…You know you are not dandy when you feel like there is no essence in your existence.

Well, I don’t believe that anything or anyone can help you (especially western medicine, ha!), only yourself, so on my way to recovery I decided to clean up nicely, cut out bad things and detox.

I even bought Gwyneth Paltrow’s new book called  ‘It’s all good’.  Which brought  me to another discovery – if you are pretty, successful, have a great body, great career, good looking husband and angelic looking children, shitloads of money, basically you have it all – people will hate you. That’s the only way I can explain why so many people have a negative attitude towards Gwyn…

Well, let me tell you, her book written with Julia Turshen (hollaaaa!) is just simply divine! I tried out almost all of it and I loved it. Loved it so much I want to share it with you…

First on the list is amazing savory quinoa. If you haven’t tried quinoa yet, it’s about time you should, it’s one of the superfoods. It’s rich in protein, iron and magnesium (that’s why it is so good for vegetarians). If you need more convincing, you can find it here.  My variation of Gwyneth’s recipe is  with spinach instead of kale:

quinoa with spinach

quinoa with spinach

Quinoa with spinach

(serves two)

2 tablespoon of olive oil

1 garlic clove

300 grams of  spinach

1 cup of quinoa

coarse sea salt

freshly ground pepper

fried egg for each serving

1. To cook quinoa, rinse it first in a mesh strainer. Place it in a pot and add 1 and 3/4 cup of water and a pinch of salt. Bring it to a boil, lower the heat and cover, cook until liquid is absorbed.

2. Heat oil and garlic in a heavy pot. Add chopped spinach and wilt it for 2-3 minutes.

3. Add quinoa and stir it for 2 -3 minutes. Season to taste with salt and pepper. Serve with fried egg on top.

quinoa with spinach

quinoa with spinach

quinoa with spinach

quinoa with spinach



About potatofaces

People who cook always go on about precious memories of childhood food one of their family members cooked, how daddy or nanny taught them the importance of cooking and eating together, and they still remember the comfort food they produced, amazing dishes whipped up by brilliant but humble cooks in their family. Well, let me tell you, it was totally different in my family. My mother’s family – totally useless as cooks, who could survive on bread and butter, cooked once a week a terrible, terrible meal, usually some kind of meat piece with lots of brown sauce. Also, they were never bothered about eating together. That’s maybe why most of them were depressed and suicidal. My mother followed that path and couldn’t really cook, and because I never wanted to eat meat, was warning me that ‘one day I will regret it’. Probably because my mother wasn’t into cooking my sister at the age of 12 took over and started producing amazing dinners and cakes. Well, luckily for me and her we weren’t that genetically doomed because apparently my father’s family were gifted in that compartment. I can only presume it was genes, as my father divorced my mother when my sis and me were little and he strongly believed that he also divorced us. So, we were growing up never having any contact with him and as a result, couldn’t learn how to cook from him. That’s why I believe the love of cooking ( and the ability) was just passed to us genetically. My father, short time before he died, unexpectedly felt an urge to contact us. First he gave my sister a mandolin (that’s another thing I know about him- he played a few instruments). My sister refused to talk to him, he then decided to contact me and wanted to spend some time with me. I didn’t want to, as he was a stranger to me (I was 11 or 12 at the time) but as I was promised I could leave whenever I wanted to, I went to the village he lived in. There I tried his mother’s cooking everyone was raving about. It was simple and amazing, I wish they were as family dedicated as they were at baking, cooking, making pastries, wine, tinctures, you name it. But I ate, drunk, and got bored of strangers who were my family and demanded to be let to go home. One of the last things my father said to me was that I should start learning English because I might need it one day, which I ignored for another 16 years… Because my sister was such a domestic goddess I wasn’t really bothered about cooking. I got hooked properly after my son was born and I wanted him to eat healthy and get everything he needed, especially that it wasn’t his choice to be a vegetarian (yet). And that is how the story begins…

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