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Hazelnut vegan chocolate tart

20160321_161539Most people think Easter is for eating chocolate and looking for eggs. I think it’s for watching ‘Jesus Christ Superstar’ for a zillionth time and obviously drinking wine. Chocolate is good as well.

I normally hate watching musicals with a passion. There are three exceptions, one being ‘Superstar’. It is soo good. My sister’s and mine Easter tradition was to cook and bake while listening to the soundtrack.

So while you do that, make yourself a nice vegan tart. Who doesn’t like a tart in their life, specially the one which will make your skin glow.


hazelnut vegan chocolate tart


hazelnut vegan chocolate tart


hazelnut vegan chocolate tart

Hazelnut Vegan Chocolate Tart:

For the tart:

200 grams hazelnut

1 cup buckwheat flour

6 tbsp coconut oil

2 tbsp cold water

1/3 cup maple or agave syrup

pinch of salt

For the filling:

2 avocados

1 banana

4-5 tbsp cocoa

1 tbsp coconut oil

150 grams vegan chocolate (optional)

1/3 cup maple or agave syrup

1 tsp vanilla extract

2 tsp almond butter

berries to decorate

  1. Start by toasting hazelnuts in the oven or on a dry pan. Let them cool. Blitz them in a food processor until they turn into flour, add rest of the ingredients and mix together.
  2. Preheat the oven to 180 C.
  3. Transfer the dough into an oiled tart dish and and press it into the bottom and edges. Bake until light brown and fragrant (about 20 -30 minutes)
  4. Let the tart base cool.
  5. Put avocados, banana, cocoa, almond butter, agave syrup, vanilla extract in a food processor and mix together. Melt coconut oil and chocolate if using, add to your filling, mix well. Spread it into your tart shell, scatter berries on top and voila! Kiss me kiss me Jesus…




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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