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Raw Avocado Key Lime Pie

raw key lime avocado tart

raw key lime avocado tart

raw key lime avocado tart

Do you remember the TV before the 90s? I do. It was frowned upon by decent actors, giving us mostly cheesy films, soap operas and a few good shows although not groundbreaking. Everything changed in the 90s and HBO started it. The first show who like Copernicus change everything and sort of ‘stopped the Sun and moved the Earth’ was ‘Sopranos’. It was the first TV show made like a film – great script, production, amazing actors and filmed the way films were shot. It also expected the audience to have a brain and know how to use it. There were metaphorical scenes, psychological divagations and subconscious dream scenes. Not only were the cinematography and writing exceptional, but the choice of location (mostly filmed in the real locations – existing restaurants, strip club and meat market) and music.

Since then HBO became the network famous for choosing edgy, ambitious, intelligent shows.

Recently they have made short series ‘Show Me A Hero’.

The mini series is based on the book by Lisa Belkin and written by David Simmons and William F.Zorzi. Both worked on ‘The Wire’ and in a way ‘Show Me A Hero’ has got a similar vibe and social exposure.

I have to say, it is a brilliant show and I am so glad the television changed so much that now we can watch long (6hrs) films on TV.

‘Show Me A Hero’, in a capsule, is about local politics, public housing and racial issues. It is again an intelligent show, with real issues and realistically portrayed people. Well acted with, like in Sopranos, well chosen music it is more like an epic film than a TV show. Because it’s based in the 80s, it gives the show another layer of sentimental value – I love to see the clothes, cars and house decor from the 80s again.

Food wise, avocado used to be quite popular in old days filled with a prawn cocktail. Those days are gone. Nowadays modern foodies make chocolate mouse and key lie tarts out of avocado. So here it is;

Raw Key Lime Avocado Tart:

for the base:

1 1/2 cup pecans

1 1/2 chopped, pitted dates

2 tbsp almond butter

1/2 cup coconut flour

1/2 cup shredded coconut

for the filling:

3 avocados

3-4 limes

1/2 dates or agave syrup

2 tbsp coconut oil

1/2 cup toasted and chopped pistachios to sprinkle on top

  1. Start by making the base. Put all the ingredients in a food processor and mix well. Transfer into a tart form and press to the bottom and corners. Leave for 30 minutes in the freezer to set.
  2. In the meantime make the filling. Put the avocados (without the pit and skin of course) into the blender, add melted coconut oil, syrup and zest and juice of your lemons. Blend until really smooth. Taste if it’s sweet and zesty enough, spread onto your base. Sprinkle pistachios on top and leave in a fridge for 1 hour to set.

raw key lime avocado tart

raw key lime avocado tart



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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