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healthy candy bars

healthy candy bars

Indian summer…

On a warm, early autumn evening I like to watch something light and funny. My recent post about Casablanca made me think of a film like that – ‘Forget Paris’ with Debra Winger and Billy Crystal (because of the famous quote ‘we will always have Paris’). I know that ‘When Harry met Sally’ is more popular and known, but I prefer ‘Forget Paris’. I love the witty dialogs, realistically shown marriage, sarcasm and at times, dark humour. It is worth watching if only for the waiter comparing drinks to himself. So if you like films like red wine: ‘fruity but oddly appealing” it’s time to see ‘Forget Paris’.

Normally if you watch 80s or early 90s films, you would have pop corn and candy with it. But I’m living clean in recent weeks so I had to make something like myself – raw and nutritious.

healthy candy bars

healthy candy bars

Candy Bars

(adapted from Gwyneth Paltrow’s  ‘It’s All Good’)

1 1/2 cup pecans

1 1/2 cups pitted, chopped dates

1/2 cup almond butter

1/2 cup coconut flour

1/2 shredded coconut

1/2 cup maple syrup, honey or agave syrup

1 1/2 cup dark chocolate chips

1 1/2 tbsp coconut oil

healthy candy bars

healthy candy bars

1. Put pecans, dates, almond butter in a food processor. Blend together. Add coconut flour, shredded coconut and syrup or honey, pulse until you have a sticky ball of dough.

2. Line a brownie baking sheet with parchment paper and press the mixture onto the paper using wet hands. Put into freezer for 30- 40 min.

3. Meanwhile combine chocolate chips with coconut oil in a steel or glass bowl set over pot of simmering water.Stir till it’s melted. Take your baking sheet out of the freezer, pour chocolate mixture over the pecan mixture. Put it into the fridge and cool till the chocolate sets. Cut into bars.

4. Have it with tea and ‘Forget Paris’.



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…

4 responses »

  1. Man! These candy bars look awesome! Thanks for liking our post earlier 🙂
    It’s in the middle of the night and I’m hungry – and now I see these bars and I’m like “I need one, now!” Haha! Did you come up with this on your own? Brilliant stuff!


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