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Buckwheat with roasted butternut squash

If you have ever watched ‘Fast Show’, you probably remember Jesse and his dietary updates. Well, if I was Jesse, you would see me coming out of the shed to tell you that ‘this week I have been mostly eating buckwheat’. For those not familiar with Jesse, here’s a quick introduction.

Oh, how I am delighted that buckwheat has finally made its way onto the British table and became fashionable among healthy food devotees! Ten years ago you couldn’t get it anywhere in UK. I remember going back to Poland after a year of living in England, and my sister made me dinner which involved buckwheat…it was emotional, let me tell you.

But then things changed. First thank to the Poles Invasion, a lot of Polish shops opened everywhere and you could always find lovely buckwheat there. The only problem is, the most popular way in Poland is to have it roasted and that doesn’t go well with Boyfriend. Fortunately, thanks to a healthy movers and shakers and bloggers, now you can get unroasted buckwheat in buckets. And because I love it (and maybe because I feel stressed, which makes me worry about loosing magnesium, which leads me to desire food rich in magnesium), I have been eating it almost every day recently….

When you have a dish reminding you of your roots, your obvious choice for a film to pair it with is something about coming-of-age. Something to remind you of how much of a pain in the neck your family is.

Last summer the apple of my eye recommended a film which I fell in love with – ”The Way  Way Back’.


It’s a story about a teenage boy spending his summer vacation in a beach house with his mother, her obnoxious boyfriend and his daughter. Sounds normal so far, but let me tell you, it is not your boring holiday tale. I don’t want to spoil anything for anyone who hasn’t watched it, but I can highlight a few things which make the film one of the best I have seen recently.

1. Cast. So many great actors, cast beautifully. Spoiler: Steve Carell plays a real bastard.

2. Dialogs. I almost cried with laughter. Witty, perfectly timed and delivered.

3. Nostalgia. For some reason it leaves you with that feeling, although you wouldn’t like to go back to your childhood and the dysfunctional family. Weird.

The whole dynamic of the film and the atmosphere is just astonishing, considering that it was Nat Faxon and Jim Rash’ directing debut.

And now back to the pairing dish.

buckwheat with roasted butternut squash

buckwheat with roasted butternut squash

Buckwheat With Roasted Butternut Squash:

1 1/2 cup buckwheat

butternut squash

3-4 tbsp cold pressed  rapeseed oil

1 tsp chopped fresh rosemary

1/2 cup pumpkin seeds

sea salt


1. Peel the squash, cut into cubes. Spread it onto a baking tray, coat with oil, sprinkle with rosemary, salt and pepper. Bake in 170C  till soft and just turning golden. Sprinkle with pumpkin seeds and bake for another 5 minutes.

2. In the meantime cook buckwheat. Add 2 cups of water to the buckwheat with a pinch of salt, simmer for about 20-25 minutes.

3. When buckwheat is cooked, add it to butternut squash, serve on a bed of rocket.

buckwheat with roasted butternut squash

buckwheat with roasted butternut squash

buckwheat with roasted butternut squash

buckwheat with roasted butternut squash

buckwheat with roasted butternut squash

buckwheat with roasted butternut squash




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…

2 responses »

  1. I loved that movie. I’ll watch anything with Toni Colette. ◠‿◠


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