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Vegan Brownie

vegan brownie

vegan brownie

I’m looking for an inspiration everywhere, especially if it is something, which might benefit my health.

I try to eat clean, I hardly use sugar.

If you ever feel like eating healthy, I highly recommend a blog,  Deliciously Ella. Especially if you want to cut out of your diet dairy, gluten or sugar. I tried few of Ella’s recipes and the ones I like the most are Raw Brownie and Kale Salad.

There’s only one thing I can’t stand in sweet recipes. It’s  the sweet potato. In savory dishes, yes, absolutely. But making me eat sweet potato in a dessert is like making me watch ‘English Patient’. Disastrous effect….

So neither Ella or Gwyneth with her muffins from the book ‘It’s All Good’ couldn’t convert me.

I started looking for something I could use in baking, bring everything together, and in a way replace eggs.

And you know what does the job best? Good old bananas! They are brilliant.

So here’s the recipe for vegan brownie:

Vegan Brownie:

3 ripe bananas

2/3 cup of ground almonds

1/2 brown rice flour

1 cup dates

4 tbsp cocoa

1/2 agave or maple syrup

2 tbsp espresso

1 cup whole toasted hazelnuts

pinch of salt

Slice bananas and put them into a food processor with the rest of the ingredients, excluding hazelnuts. Line your baking tray with the parching paper. Spread your batter and distribute hazelnuts on top. Bake in 180C for 20-25 minutes (till the toothpick or knife comes out clean).

vegan brownie

vegan brownie

vegan brownie

vegan brownie

vegan brownie

vegan brownie

 

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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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