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Peanut Brownie Cupcakes

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peanut brownie cupcake

peanut brownie cupcake

I haven’t been here for over a week but in my defence I was extremely busy working very, very hard. I was redecorating. Yep. My hands were covered with paint and dirt, so I couldn’t even open my laptop.

Every now and then I get the urge to repaint a room or change something. And I can’t wait, I’m buzzing with excitement, that is until the moment I start to clear the room in order to prepare it for painting. It freaking takes longer than the actual painting and exhausts me more. By the time I finish redecorating and have to move everything back into its place (getting rid of some stuff in the process and filing and organizing the rest) I’m usually at the point when I’m making myself a promise not to ever do that again. Until I get the urge again.

I also get inspired by films. There are so many good scenes in films and TV series when the protagonists redecorate or remodel their houses. I will give you ‘for instance’…

1. ‘Wall Street’. Remember the moment Bud Fox gets rich and buys the apartment? I do. His arty girlfriend helps him decorate and it’s all done to Talking Heads ‘Naive Melody’….Sweet.

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2. Do you remember in ‘Birdcage’ how the apartment was swiftly redecorated from a very flamboyant one to a traditional one with the expression on Christianity and old values? I do…it’s one of the funniest scenes, when all the Greek nude statues disappear and heavy draping and a massive cross comes in…so inspiring….

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3. Or how could I not mention the famous apartment revamp in ‘Sex and the City’?

Before:

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And after:

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What I love about films is if the set design is done well, as soon as your see the protagonist’s house or apartment, you know what kind of person they are, what’s their personality, maybe even what their job is.

And there are so many movie interiors inspiring your redecorating and DIY choices. If you love houses as much as I do, you should visit website hookedonhouses. To me it’s like porn to some people, so stimulating and exciting!

Anyway, for the whole week I was going up and down the ladder, moving roller up and down, scrubbing, sanding, you name it.  Every day I felt like after a hard work out. Which I am never doing. I am a yoga and pilates person, I don’t believe in any activity which makes you short of breath. Apart from sex that is.

But I still had time to cook. And bake.

I made nice lunches:

avocado and egg salad

avocado and egg salad

and nice baked porridge for breakfast:

baked cinnamon porridge

baked cinnamon porridge

And even made deserts. You have to have your priorities straight, my hands might have been too dirty and tired for opening a laptop, but not too dirty to make cupcakes. There had to be a reward after all that hard work.

Peanut Brownie Cupcakes:

peanut brownie cupcake

peanut brownie cupcake

peanut brownie cupcake

peanut brownie cupcake

120 g butter

200g dark chocolate (70% cocoa)

4 eggs

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1 tsp vanilla extract

1 cup xylitol

1 cup spelt flour

1 tsp baking powder

1 cup chopped pecans

peanut butter (about 2 tsp)

1. Preheat the oven to 180C. Line muffin tin with paper cups.

2. Melt butter and chocolate in a glass or metal bowl over simmering water. Let it cool.

3. Mix lightly eggs, xylitol, coffee and vanilla. In separate bowl sift together flour, salt and baking powder. Add pecans to the flour.

4. Add chocolate and butter mixture into the eggs. Mix and add flour. Gently fold it together. Pour the batter into the muffin cups. Add dollop of peanut butter in every brownie cupcake. Bake for about 20 -25 minutes. Let it cool.

And if you are good and I am done with reupholstering, I might show you some ‘before and after’ of my hard work.

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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…

3 responses »

  1. Any recipe featuring peanut butter gets the thumbs up from me.
    I was wondering though, do you favour crunchy or smooth!

    Reply

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