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Sugar Free, Gluten Free Truffles

 

sugar free, gluten free chocolate truffles

sugar free, gluten free chocolate truffles

Recently I stumbled across ‘Suspect’ on TCM. The one directed by Peter Yates with Cher, Denise Quaid and Liam Neeson. Oh, how I love this film…The atmosphere, cinematography and acting was top notch. The cinematographer, Billy Williams, had a small scene in the courtroom actually, as a doctor. I interviewed him ages ago and he said the actor who was supposed to be in the scene didn’t show up so he just filled in.

Have you noticed how many films from the 80s had been shot at night and also in the rain? I absolutely love it. I was brought up on it and I long for those scenes in real life and on the screen. There is nothing more mysterious and thrilling than a scene at night, with wet street reflecting lights from cars and lampposts…

There is another film with the similar atmosphere and plenty of night shots from the exact same year (and what a year that was!)  which is also my favorite – ‘House of Games’.

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What an absolute gem this masterpiece is. First of all it was a directorial debut of the godly David Mamet. To me he is a God, I love all of his plays, films, scripts and also his talented daughter.

Secondly, you’ve got here a very intelligent, fascinating film with outstanding cinematography. The night scenes I love so much are everywhere and they are perfection. I don’t want to say too much about the plot in case some of you haven’t seen it. Let’s just say, it’s the best psychological con film about betrayal, trust and greed you can watch. Joe Mantegna and Lindsay Crouse are superb as the main characters. It’s just a thrill to watch it.

In the 80s you would watch it with chocolate in hand, but now if you want to be tuned, you have to eat raw, clean and gluten free.

So as a perfect companion I suggest something I’ve called truffles ( because they look and taste like truffles). These are my favorite and they are yummy. I’m as addicted to them as I am to those night, rainy shots…

Sugar Free, Gluten Free Chocolate Truffles:

gluten free, sugar free chocolate truffle

gluten free, sugar free chocolate truffle

1 cup almonds

1 cup walnuts or pecans

1 1/2 cup dates

1 tbsp almond butter

1 tbsp coconut oil

3 tbsp cocoa

1 tbsp lucuma

(to pimp it up you can add 2 tbsp chia seeds and shredded coconut)

1. First put nuts into the food processor and blend it till they turn into a texture similar to breadcrumbs.

2. Add rest of your ingredients, blend well in the food processor until it turns into a soft dough. If you have a sweet tooth add 3-4 spoons of maple or agave syrup.

3. Wet your hands and form truffles. If you like it fancy you can coat them in cocoa or shredded coconut. I can’t see the point, as they will be gone by the end of the film. Keep any leftovers (as if) in the fridge.

gluten free, sugar free chocolate truffle

gluten free, sugar free chocolate truffle

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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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