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Vegan Raw Cheesecake

There has been a trend for a while in the foodies’ world. Raw desserts. And making vegan cheesecake. I finally gave in and made one. It is really worth the effort as it is delicious and full of nutrition. You should watch with this not a feature film but a documentary ‘Dior and I’.

The film follows Raf Simmons first steps and the making of his first collection for the house of Dior. But the real stars are atelier people – seamstresses and all the people who sew buttons and zips. There is such a craftsmanship in what they do. Some of them worked for the fashion house for 20 -40 years and even though they are the ones behind the scene, nothing would be done without them.

Fashion seems like such a feeble thing but it is a massive business which is also a kind of art. Not everyone is creative enough to change the way we dress and everyone needs to be dressed in something. As it happens, some people are better dressed then others.

And some people are healthier than others, so have a cheesecake and feed your eyes.

raw vegan cheesecake

raw vegan cheesecake

raw vegan cheesecake

Raw Vegan Cheesecake:

To start with you have to soak cashews overnight and freeze 2 bananas, 1 cup of strawberries and 1 cup of blueberries (or any berries you like)

For the crust:

1 1/2 cup pecans

1 1/2 chopped, pitted dates

2 tbsp almond butter

1/2 cup almond flour

1/2 cup shredded coconut

For the cheesecake:

2 cups of soaked overnight cashews

2 tbsp coconut oil

1 frozen banana

1/2 cup agave syrup

1 tsp vanilla extract

For the topping:

1 cup frozen strawberries

1 cup frozen blueberries

1 frozen banana

1 cup of agar agar

1 cup of water

1/2 cup agave syrup

3 tbsp lucuma powder

  1. Start by making a crust. Put pecans into a food processor, blend them. Add rest of the ingredients and process them until sticky. Line the baking tin and put the crust on the bottom, pressing slightly. Put it into a freezer for 10 minutes to make it set.
  2. Drain cashews and put them into a food processor with rest of the ingredients. Blend until smooth (it might take few minutes). Transfer it onto a crust and put into a freezer to set.
  3. In the meantime prepare the topping. Put water and agar agar into a pot. Simmer until agar dissolves. Put fruit and agar into a food processor and blend until smooth. Spread on top of the cheesecake and freeze for 30 minutes. After 30 minutes you can transfer it into the fridge. Enjoy!

raw vegan cheesecake


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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