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Perfect Chocolate Granola

So Christmas is over. You had dinner with your relatives, probably heard few comments you wish you didn’t. Now you are seriously considering moving across the Ocean so you won’t have to go through it again next year.

Well, I find comfort in films were families are as dysfunctional as the ones in real life. Now it’s the time to stop watching sappy, sweat as ‘my teeth heart’ sweet films,  about Christmas miracles – finding love, finding the dog, finding your daddy, getting together, oh how perfect it is to be around the Christmas tree holding hands, blah blah films.

No one can make more real films about families than Edward Burns. On a low budget, writing, producing, directing and acting in it. He was called Irish Woody Allen, and I can understand why. Like Woody, he knows his subject and understands the dialogue. He’s a master of ‘walking and talking’ kind of films.

So if you are ready for another family experience which brings comfort in knowing that this time it’s not yours, watch ‘The Fitzgerald Family Christmas’.



For years I’ve been obsessed with his work. It started with ‘The Brothers McMullen’ and it never ended. You always feel like you know the characters. I love his realistic approach to families, love, life and mistakes you bound to make at least ones.

‘The Fitzgerald Family Christmas’ is not much different. You have an Irish family of six children, martyr mother, bastard father and the usual issues. But somehow Burns pulls it of with a class, warmth and humour.

You will need something nourishing with it. I love starting the day with a film, so for me it’s always a breakfast choice. I have experimented with different muesli recipes, tried different bloggers recipes and the winner I would love to introduce to you today is Chunky Chocolate Buckwheat Granola from My New Roots blog.

It’s exquisite and it’s been my favourite for months. I adapted it just a little bit.

chocolate granola

chocolate granola

Chocolate Granola:

3 cups rolled oats

1 cup buckwheat

1 1/2 cup coconut ( flakes or shredded)

1 cup hazelnuts

3/4 chia seeds

2 tbsp cocoa nibs

1/2 cup honey

1/3 cup coconut oil

1/2 cup raw cocoa

pinch sea salt

1. In a large bowl mix oats,  and hazelnuts,buckwheat, coconut, cocoa nibs, salt and hazelnuts.

2. In a small pot on a low heat melt coconut. Add honey and cocoa, whisk till combined.

3. Pour liquid ingredients on the dry ones, fold until combined and covered.

4. Spread the mixture on a baking sheet. I found it easier to bake it on low heat – 140-150 C for about 30 minutes. Every few minutes stir the mixture so it will bake evenly. When it’s toasted, remove from the oven and cool completely. You can store it in the tight container or a jar.

chocolate granola

chocolate granola

chocolate granola

chocolate granola

chocolate granola

chocolate granola


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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