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Matcha Vanilla Drink

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Matcha Vanilla Drink

Matcha Vanilla Drink

When you need a bit of a kick and an energy boost, nothing works better than matcha. Trust me, I know. It wakes you up and makes you feel bouncy. Which is not like me at all, but there you go.

There is also a film which always gives me a bit of a boost. It’s ‘Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure’.

Surprised? You shouldn’t be. It’s simply excellent, party on!

If you have never watched it (to which I can only say ‘Bogus. Heinous. Most non-triumphant’), it’s a story about two rock star wannabes who are about to flunk their finals. Their history teacher gives them a last chance to prepare a presentation on how a famous historical personality would react to modern times. Unexpectedly they get help from Rufus, Emissary from the Future. They meet many important historical figures, including Napoleon and Socrates, experience the most bogus adventure and manage to pull of their presentation.

I don’t really care about some historical facts not being exactly right. I laugh every time I watch it and it always make me feel better. There are so many things that make me giggle – for instance when Bill quotes Socrates: “The only true wisdom consists in knowing that you know nothing”, to which Ted responds: ‘That’s us, dude’. Or Sigmunt Freud responding to most questions by :’Tell me about your mother’.

So have matcha drink and watch ‘Bill and Ted’ and be excellent to each other…

Matcha Vanilla Drink:

1 tsp matcha

1 tsp Lucuma

1/3 tsp vanilla

1 tsp agave syrup

1/3 cup hot water

1 cup almond milk

1. Mix matcha tea, lucuma, agave syrup and vanilla extract. Add water and mix to a paste.

2. Warm or steam almond milk. Add to your paste, mix well. Enjoy!

matcha vanilla drink

matcha vanilla drink

matcha vanilla drink

matcha vanilla drink


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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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