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Morning, brains starting to work (more or less).
Body still warm from the bed, thoughts still delightfully empty, little by little reminding the day’s schedule, if I need to take the umbrella, which clothes to wear.
Chop some fruits, make coffee, heat the milk for the first meal. In the hurry, high heat.

If it’s cow’s milk, it might spill foam allover the stove and there goes the peace of mind.
If it’s vegetable milk, the unpleasant surprise might be something else: that the milk curdles over high heat, you know? It becomes a watery thing with some lumps, not attractive at all.

How to deal with this?


I am lucky to have friends from who I learn a lot. For instance, this girl who I’ve been friends with since forever, Flávia. We’re always exchanging recipes, recommending books, and impressions about life in general. For today, we have the example of peanut milk.
In the way I prepare it, it’s takes about one day. In her way, it’s only a couple of minutes – which comes in handy when I have a cake baking and suddenly remember I don’t have milk for the frosting.


If you choose to use packaged/dehydrated coconut in your recipes instead of the fresh fruit because you think opening the fruit at home is too much work, enjoy today’s post! I’ll explain how simple and quick it is, and what is more, in a classy way ;)
Young coconuts are less common to find, and I agree that these ones are harder to deal with. I prefer to enjoy this version when I am by the seaside.

The ripe coconut though, is easy to find in any supermarket, farmers market, grocery stores etc for great prices, with tender, sweet and fatty flesh. Also, without the disadvantages of buying the processed product: no additives, packages, sugar or defattening.

Let’s face the facts.


I have been philosofical lately, pensive, reading about different ways of understanding life, routine, spirituality. Maybe it does not make all that sense in the way I speak, but the fact is I have been paying attention to what every situation brings.
Just like I have been hugely interested in studying ways to pay attention to the body, I want to pay attention to the ways I/we relate to people around us and the situations that appear every 5 minutes.

"So what?" you ask me.

So that, cycling around Pomerode I have noticed  the loaded guava trees, giving so much fruit that we barely know what to do with all of it.
I recalled that Dede, a good friend, told me I should published a recipe for frapuccino - a sweet, frothy, refreshing beverage she likes to drink at starkucks.

Strictly speaking, frapuccino is a version of frappé. It's supposed to be a blended drink, airy and frothy, it usually takes coffee, sugar, vanilla, cream.
En what's the difference regarding smoothies, iced coffee, iced capuccino? Well, it not that easy to define. It seems like the difference lies in the bubbles, in the incorporated air. To achieve it, the drink is blended longer.


 

It's been a couple months since I have diminished the consumption of dairy and eggs at home. That's for no specific reason, I just don't feel much like eating those. Besides, they are extremely perishable. It's not something I can buy and leave in the fridge for three hundred years to consume once in a while (I mean, I even could do that with eggs, but anyway). So, in part for these reasons, in part for the challenge of preparing good food without these ingredients - which are in practically every recipe - I kind of stopped buying them.
Funny thing is it takes quite a while for one to think about cooking in fact without dairy or eggs. Mostly we use the same old recipes adapted with substitutes. So I kept experimenting, trying ways to prepare vegetable milk, and today I share what became my basic recipe to make it with nuts.


The cliché the title refers to is myself, yours truly. How's that? Like this:
I have been filming very little in the last couple of months, since the economy has been particularly bad this year. I know it reflects in all professional areas, thus in publicity too (which is mostly the films sets which I am in).
So, I have been at home for a good time, cooking and writing, and organizing the blog, and comes a time when I get fed up and have to change the scenery. There lies the cliché: in spite of the many subjects in mind, I got a certain lack of inspiration for writing. So I went to a cafe, and all out of a sudden I can't stop drawing letters on the paper.

Usually, a nearby park is my backyard. But with this nice soft rain falling, I decided to go see this place I've been willing to visit for a while now. I fell in love with it.
In part because on my way there, walking, ideas started to shape themselves without me even noticing it.

As for the unusual, it's that the other day I stumbled upon a pretty bunch of beetroots at home that had no destiny yet, since I've been more interested in the beets' foliage than on themselves. I remembered this cute video a friend recommended ages ago, where they showed the recipe to a flourless beet chocolate cake. That's a combination in which I would not think if nobody told me of it. And, I got to tell you, it's delicious!


Do you remember that time when I talked about one of the reasons why I consider Grandmothers to be so ninja?
They are awesome! It doesn't matter if something goes wrong or different from the expected, they have this unbelievable ability to transform something into something else. A thing that is good.
This is particularly true in the kitchen, but applies to other knowledge areas, for sure.
I am very far from being a Grandmother, but at least I can start training my ninja side now.

It happens that lately my boyfriend and I are very interested in coffee. We have tried special varieties, different roasts, acidity like this, aroma like that... Not that we are experts in this subject, only we enjoy it a lot.

Then, one day I just *had* to drink coffee along with this cake I baked, and there was not a single coffee bean in my pantry.
Well, I didn't hesitate. I went downstairs and bought a bag of common ground coffe at the corner store.
I was surprised when my palate just didn't like it at all. It wasn't even ok. Well, check this out! I got spoiled.
Then I needed to put my mind to work to find a way to deal with 1/2kg of a coffee I didn't enjoy.