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Coconut Rice Pudding

Recently I  visited my friends. Which was very nice.

They live in Docklands and when I left them, on the way to the tube station, I couldn’t stop thinking about ‘Working Girl’. I know, my mind works in a mysterious way. I can just say that it was a really nice, warm evening, and if you haven’t been to that area of London, at night it looks like this:

London_Docklands_City_vs_Docks_by_MoggMan

Which in a weird way made me think of New York, Working Girl, Tess’ (main character) commute to work and the glass ceiling. It was all connected and totally appropriate as it was Women’s Day on that day. And to be honest, it made me realize that not much changed from the 80s, women still need to work twice as much as men to succeed and most workplaces are little boys’ clubs (including mine).

Anyway, I love ‘Working Girl’. First reason:  great actors and brilliant acting. Not just Melanie Griffith, Sigourney Weaver, Harrison Ford or Alec Baldwin but all supporting actors and great ones in little roles: Joan Cusack, Olympia Dukakis, Kevin Spacey, David Duchovny, etc.

Secondly it is a really good story and I love 80s films. Thirdly I love the transformation Tess goes through. Her change of style, make up, hair, getting articulation lessons to sound less common and trying to lower her voice so she wouldn’t sound so girly.

And last but not least it was always a treasure trove of quotes for any occasion to me. I can’t say how many times I used many of them:

1. ‘Can I get ya anything? Coffee? Tea? Me?’

2. ‘Sometimes I sing and dance around the house in my underwear. Doesn’t make me Madonna. Never will.’

3. ‘I have a head for business and a bod for sin.’

Ahhh, memories….

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To with it you should settle on something a bit retro but with a modern twist.

Coconut Rice Pudding:

serves 4-5

1 cup short grain rice

1 l Alpro coconut milk

1/2 cup xylitol, agave syrup or honey

1 cup shredded coconut

1 tsp vanilla extract

1/2 cup soya cream

1. On a low heat bring to simmer rice with coconut milk and xylitol. Leave to simmer for 30- 40 minutes stirring from time to time.

2. When rice starts getting creamy and soft, add shredded coconut, vanilla extract and soya cream. Simmer for 5 min, then leave covered for another 5 min. Serve with fresh fruit on top and a drizzle of agave syrup and sprinkle of cinnamon.

coconut rice pudding

coconut rice pudding

coconut rice pudding

coconut rice pudding

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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…

2 responses »

  1. Omg, I just LOVE rice pudding. I could eat it all day.

    Reply

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