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Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde cookies

One day I had just enough will power and energy to make cookies. I wanted chocolate chip cookies but I wanted to make them gluten free. I looked into my cupboard and I knew that I have just enough ingredients to make it work.

I made chocolate chip cookies, gluten and sugar free and I loved them. They didn’t go so well with Boyfriend (or actually, shall I say Fiancee) as he didn’t like the crumbliness of it. I was telling him, that’s how the cookie crumbles, but he didn’t have any of it. So I made him a classic version of a cookie. They are both in a way the same – chocolate chip cookie, but they are also different. One is good for you, like Dr Jekyll, the other one is a dangerous side of the first one, it’s got sugar, normal flour, basically is Mr Hyde, bad, but all so delicious….

Dr Jekyll Gluten and sugar free, vegan Chocolate Chip Cookie

Dr Jekyll Chocolate chip cookie

Dr Jekyll Chocolate chip cookie

120g vegan buttery stick

1 banana

1/2 cup xylitol

1 tbsp vanilla extract

1 cup brown rice flour

1/2 cup cornmeal flour

1 tbsp baking powder

1 cup dark chocolate chips

1/2 cup cocoa

salt

1.Preheat the oven to 180 C.

2. First cream buttery stick with xylitol and banana. Add flours, pinch of salt and cocoa. Mix well. Then add chocolate chips to the batter, mix to incorporate.

3. Form cookies, spread them on the baking sheet lined with parchment paper. Bake for 10 minutes.

Because of the cornmeal flour they come out really sandy and crumbly, but that’s the way I like it.

Dr Jekyll Chocolate chip cookie

Dr Jekyll Chocolate chip cookie

Mr Hyde classic chocolate chip cookies

120 butter (softened)

50-80g muscovado sugar

2tbsp vanilla extract

1 cup flour

1 tbsp baking powder

salt

chocolate chips (milk or dark, depending on what you prefer)

Mr Hyde chocolate chip cookie

Mr Hyde chocolate chip cookie

Mr Hyde chocolate chip cookie

Mr Hyde chocolate chip cookie

1. Preheat the oven to 180C

2. Cream the butter with sugar. Add egg and vanilla extract, mix together. Sieve flour, baking powder and salt, Mix together with a spoon. Add chocolate chips and stir well.

3. Using wet hands form cookies, place them on a baking tray lined with parching paper and bake for about 10 minutes.

And here ‘s  something completely (but not entirely) different!

 

Mr Hyde chocolate chip cookie

Mr Hyde chocolate chip cookie

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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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