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Chocolate and banana dairy free ice cream

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Enough about Italian, starchy food. Time to get back on track on the healthy eating. It’s unusually hot for a British summer, which I love and would never complain about. Hot days are perfect to serve banana ice cream from Gwyneth Paltrow and Julia Turshen’s book  ‘It’s all good’. The ice cream is smooth and delicious, totally vegan. Here’s the recipe:

4 ripe bananas, peeled and sliced into thin rounds
30g (1¼oz) finely chopped roasted almonds
2 tbsp good quality maple syrup
Pinch of coarse sea salt 120ml (4fl oz) unsweetened almond milk 1 tsp pure vanilla extract. Freeze the banana slices in a single layer on a tray or plate lined with parchment or wax paper. Once the slices are frozen, use them immediately or keep frozen in a zip-top plastic bag or airtight container for up to a month. Combine the frozen banana slices, the almond milk,  2 tbsp of the maple syrup, and the vanilla in a food processor and pulse until the mixture is the texture of soft ice cream, scraping down the sides as necessary. Don’t worry if the mixture is not totally smooth at first – once the bananas start to break down and defrost in the food processor, they’ll give in and the ‘ice cream’ will take shape quickly. Spoon the banana ‘ice cream’ into bowls immediately and sprinkle each serving with toasted almonds.

Gwyneth Paltrow's banana ice cream

Gwyneth Paltrow’s banana ice cream

Gwyneth Paltrow's banana ice cream

Gwyneth Paltrow’s banana ice cream

But even though it’s extremely delicious, there comes a day when you get a bit tired of same old, same old. You want something a bit different, maybe more decadent. And that’s when you can turn it into a: CHOCOLATE AND BANANA ICE CREAM. The recipe stays the same, you can replace ground almonds with ground hazelnuts or pecans as they go even better with chocolate. When you are mixing all the ingredients in a food processor, add 2 tbsp of raw cocoa and 1 spoon of espresso. If you want to be extra naughty, add splash of Tia Maria and dark chocolate chips. Serve!

chocolate and banana ice cream

chocolate and banana ice cream

chocolate and banana ice cream

chocolate and banana ice cream

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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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