Connection-the spice of life: that which makes it all matter. Connection is what I’ve most missed since the onset of this pandemic. And the connection to my family is what I most crave. Like so many other families with members dispersed across the globe, my…
This Carrot loaf has become a standard in our home, these days. It is so packed with wholesome goodness and it presents a great way for me to use up the carrot pulp from my carrot juice. This loaf so reminds me of my Grandmother’s…
In the sky, there is no distinction of east and west; people create distinctions out of their own minds and then believe them to be true. Buddha
I took a day trip with a friend of mine many years ago to a tiny village to the North Eastern part of Germany. I strutted through the town with my curly hair waving in all possible directions and dark skin, completely oblivious to the shock I was creating in this sleepy homogenous town. My friend and I went into a restaurant to have a meal, and it was then that I felt daggers of stares and glares from everywhere.
As I tried desperately to ignore the number of eyes that were observing my existence and every move, I noticed that one pair of those eyes belonged to a little girl. She was not glaring or whispering, making comments nor pointing. She was simply looking and had an open look of curiosity on her face.
Her bright blue eyes were glued to me, and I smiled at her. We spent minutes playing a game of stare and smile and look away, until she finally gained enough courage to confront me. She approached me with a timid smile and tugged at my arm, asking me why I look so dark.
I recalled a story that my mother told me when I was a little girl about her age. There was a gorgeous bouquet of flowers on the counter and I pointed to them asking the little girl what she thought of them. They are beautiful, she said. “I love flowers and so does my mom” she proudly replied. I asked her which flowers she likes, and she responded that she likes so many of them and could not possible choose just one.
I then asked the little girl to think about how the world would be if all the flowers in the world were all exactly the same-the same colour, the same shape and size, the same everything. She made up her face immediately and said that would be “really boring.”
I told her that the world is just like a huge flower garden, except that the flowers are the people. People come in different colours, shapes and sizes, to make up the beautiful garden of the world.
The little girl looked somewhat confused and after a few seconds of ponder and big wide eyes, asked me if that meant that I am just a normal lady like my mom with curly black hair and dark skin?
I smiled and nodded my head and she embraced me so beautifully, so purely-so innocently.
Her parents then called out to her telling her that her “Kartoffelpuffer mit Apfelmüss (potato fritters with applesauce),” were ready (potato pancakes with apple sauce), and she ran off looking back at me smiling and waving.
I will never forget that interaction, and I hope that she holds it warmly within her memory bank as well.
Each time I eat Kartoffelpuffer, I remember that little girl. I hardly eat potatoes anymore, but use sweet potatoes generously in my diet. I wanted something that gave me the same warm and cozy feeling of the Kartoffelpuffer and these really hit the spot! My daughter loves them with apple sauce. Enjoy!
A lovely Sweet Potato cakes: From Yotam Ottolenghi’s Plenty By: Laurelpaula
Sweet Potato Fritters
A lovely Sweet Potato cakes: From Yotam Ottolenghi’s Plenty
It is Sunday or Saturday. Wait no, it’s Monday. The only thing that differentiates one day from the next is the recipes that I create. In terms of days of the week, my reference has now become “the day we made pancakes,” or “the morning…
This recipe made its debut in our household my mistake. I had just made a pot of popcorn and was reaching high and far within my cupboard to get the salt, when the bottle of turmeric fell over and landed in my freshly, perfectly popped…
I returned home from a workshop feeling completely exhausted and absolutely famished. As I searched for my keys, my mind was in the kitchen thinking about what I could make for dinner.
Some garlic lemon salmon with asparagus? Or perhaps some asparagus soup?
As my mouth watered, I searched my pockets for my keys to open the door.
I searched my bag.
I emptied out my rucksack.
I shook the door in desperation and heard the keys inside rattling away.Ting a ling a ling.
It dawned on me that I had dashed out of the flat that morning and had closed the door, leaving the keys hanging inside.
I wanted to scream, yell at and bang the door down. But I didn’t.
I headed downstairs to the bakery next door and asked the baker if he would help me to break open my door. He seemed happy to take up the challenge and a gentleman who had overheard the conversation agreed to help as well.
I figured that within a few minutes, we would have the door open and I would be inside, making my dinner.
The two men began examining the door. They shook and pulled, trying to release the hinge. They wiggled and whammed at the door, and nothing budged.
One hour had passed and now they were kicking, and hammering and cursing.
A neighbour heard all of the commotion and offered to bring down some other tools, that would help to wedge the door open.
After 3 hours and twenty minutes of failed attempts, the men gave up, saying that they had to return to their own lives, leaving me there alone, drenched in tears and completely famished.
I watched the men go down the steps and leaned against my door, trying to figure out what to do next. With a heavy sigh of exacerbation, the door flung open!
I stood there in front of the door for about a minute, trying to digest what had just happened, and stared laughing so intensely that I had to bend over to contain myself.
By the time I finally got in, I was much too tired and hungry to make my planned dinner. So I oped for something quick, simple, and sweet enough-something to nourish my soul and sweeten my palate. The perfect way to end the day.
This recipe for chocolate mousse offers a beautiful, creamy texture that really melts in your mouth!
A delicious Chocolate Mouse with a nice kick
- 2 ripe avocados
- ½ cup of melted dark chocolate (70%)
- ¼ cup of cocoa powder
- ¼ cup almond or any milk of choice
- 2 tablespoons maple syrup or 5 dates softened in 1 tablespoon of water
- A pinch of sea salt
- Optional: for a beautiful kick: add a 1/8 tsp of chili powder and the zest of an orange
- Step 1 Put all of he ingredients into blender or a food processor and blend for about 2 minutes until the mixture becomes smooth and creamy.
- Step 2 Put the mixture into your serving bowls and let cool for a few hours in the refrigerator.
- Step 3 Enjoy!
My daughter had seen someone eating rice crispies in a movie and asked if we could make some. While I didn’t have either Rice crispy cereal or marshmallows in the house, we found some puffed rice and experimented a bit. . The end result is…
He turned around and smiled a smile so wide, so beautiful, so loving, as he ran across the street towards me, and I ran to meet him. As my body clashed against his, we embraced, cried and screamed. After our elongated embrace, I looked over…
We went on for a couple hours and while he spoke, I envisioned us being married, having children, living in a wonderful home. This just all made so much sense! I had that vision again of him visiting me in Berlin running into my arms.
And then, I posed the question. That most important question that my heart was yearning to know.
I slowly leaned back into my chair, put my legs up on my table and listened to his response. And as he revealed to me the details of his personal life, the reality of his words caused my back to stiffen up, which made me loose my balance and I toppled over on my chair, landing onto the ground.
Carl clearly didn’t hear the fall and continued to speak, while I remained in that fallen position for what seemed like hours, even long after we had hung up.
Three weeks later, he landed into the Berlin airport and called me saying that he was near my flat at the tram station. Amidst the crowds of people who were hanging out, eating lunch and sipping on their cappuccinos, I immediately spotted him from across the street. His back was turned to me, but I knew that it was him. I felt that it was him. My heart melted and, for a brief moment, I forgot everything else.
…and before we move on, here is my recipe for fluffy Pancakes. It is super easy for kids and super fun to make.
Basic Fluffy Pancakes
Basic Fluffy Pancakes
- 2 cups of flour (spelt, all purpose or oat)
- 1/3 cup of coconut blossom sugar (or raw cane sugar)
- 4 teaspoons of baking powder
- 1/4 teaspoon of baking soda
- 1/2 teaspoon of salt
- 1 1/2 cups of almond milk-or any milk of your choice
- 1/4 cup of melted butter
- 1 large egg
- 1 tsp. of vanilla extract
- Step 1 Put the flour, sugar baking powder, baking soda and salt into a large mixing bowl.
- Step 2 In another mixing bowl, mix together the milk, the melted butter, the egg and vanilla extract.
- Step 3 Place the flour mixture into the milk mixture and whisk the mixture together until it is smooth, and creamy and not too thick. Don’t beat it too much though. 🙂
- Step 4 Get your stove ready and turn it on to low-medium heat.
- Step 5 Put a pat of butter or oil into the pan
- Step 6 Place a 1/4 cup of the batter into your heated and buttered pan and cook the pancake until you see little bubbled forming on the surface.
- Step 7 Flip the pancake carefully
- Step 8 Cook until each side is nice and golden!
- Step 9 Enjoy!
A triumphant scream emerged from my body and I started running around in my living room, throwing my arms up in the air and swinging my hips around as if I had just had a litre of wine. I put myself together, took a deep…