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Anti-inflammatory, anti-aging Supergreen Smoothie

Supergreen Smoothie

Supergreen Smoothie

Have you ever experienced those days, when everything goes wrong, one thing after another? You start thinking to yourself, ‘how much more can I take before I leave this speeding train of life?’ And then you go to a party (or have a party), a thought pops into your brain ‘great, wine, that should ease the pain of existence!’ And it does. For a moment. Then you wake up next day feeling even more miserable. If your answer is ‘no’, consider yourself lucky. My family history proves that alcohol doesn’t help and doesn’t work as Prozac. But once in 2 years life gets in a way, and I still end up drinking a whole bottle of wine.

Nevertheless, there is a solution to that miserable, hungover feeling. Next day you can have a healthy day. You can do yoga in the morning and drink hot water with ginger and lemon, watch films  and drink Supergreen Smoothie all day. It really helps.

My recommendation for a film would be ‘Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang’. First of all, things go wrong all the time for the main character. So you don’t have to be on your own to feel sorry for. Secondly, it’s dark but also really funny in a very intelligent kind of way, so it might wake you up. Thirdly Robert Downey Jr is in it and that’s enough said. If you need another explanation you shouldn’t even be bothered to watch it, because that simply means you won’t get half of the subtle jokes.

Kiss-Kiss-Bang-Bang

Supergreen Smoothie

1/2 l still mineral water

1/2 chopped cucumber (with skin)

1 avocado

1 chopped celery stick

1 chopped apple

1 lime juice

1 cup spinach

1 cup young kale

2 cm peeled and grated ginger

pinch of sea salt

1. Put everything in a blender. Blend until smooth. If it’s too thick for you, add more water. Drink throughout the day.

Supergreen Smoothie

Supergreen Smoothie

Supergreen Smoothie

Supergreen Smoothie

 

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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…

4 responses »

  1. Looks creamy and delicious.

    Reply
  2. Reblogged this on Sincerely Moonstruck and commented:
    “You are what you eat”

    Reply

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