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Corn and wholemeal flatbread with lentils

I mentioned before that when I was at University I used to cook according to five elements and being obsessed with traditional Chinese medicine. Well, I still am.

According to five elements, if you are imbalanced, or your diet is imbalanced, it’s only natural that you are craving sweets. So, if you want to stay away from sugar try to eat wholesome food.

I used to make the dish I’m going to share with you, quite often. There is something magical about it. You have one flatbread and you feel satisfied for hours. There is no way you want to have a dessert afterwards…I just realized, that sounded quite sexual, but nothing’s wrong with a little innuendo, is there?

Cornmeal and Wholemeal Flatbread with Lentils:

(serves two or one very hungry and gluttonous person)

For the flatbread:

2 cups of water

sea salt

1 cup of cornmeal flour

1 1/2 cup wholemeal spelt flour

For the lentil sauce:

2 tbs olive oil

200g mushrooms

1 clove chopped garlic

1 cup lentils

1 cup chopped tomatoes

1 cup water



dry oregano

fresh basil or parsley

1. Start with boiling 2 cups of water. Turn down the heat and add 1 cup of cornmeal flour and salt. Mix quickly, making sure there is no lumps. Leave it to cool.

cornmeal dough

cornmeal dough

2. Heat olive oil in a pan. Add chopped garlic. Fry for 1-2 min and add chopped or sliced mushrooms. Wait until mushrooms start getting a bit of colour, then add tomatoes. Cook for 2-4 minutes. Add water, lentils, salt and pepper. Cover and simmer till lentils are soft. Add more water if necessary. When lentils are soft and sauce starts to thicken, add herbs.

3. Your cornmeal dough should be cooled now. Spread 1 cup of wholemeal flour onto your working surface. Take the cornmeal dough out of a pan onto the flour. Start working the dough into the flour. If your dough is still sticky you can add more flour. Roll out two flatbreads.


4. Heat dry pan (non-stick one or iron cast). Fry your flatbreads on both sides, shaking the pan from time to time so they won’t stick. When the flatbreads are crispy, put them on the plate.

cornmeal and wholemeal flour flatbread

cornmeal and wholemeal flour flatbread

5. Spread your lentils on top of the flatbread. Enjoy!

corn and wholemeal flatbread with lentils

corn and wholemeal flatbread with lentils

corn and wholemeal flatbread with lentils

corn and wholemeal flatbread with lentils

corn and wholemeal flatbread with lentils

corn and wholemeal flatbread with lentils

corn and wholemeal flatbread with lentils

corn and wholemeal flatbread with lentils


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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