Nectarine pie #raw #vegan #fingerlicking

Measuring units:

g = gram
ml = millilitre
tea spoon is a tea spoon J

Ingredients:

Fruit:  5 firm nectarines

Sauce:  350 g of pitted dates; 250 ml water; ½ tea spoon (or more if you like) cinnamon

Dough:  210 g almonds; 135 g shredded coconut; 3 large spoons of the Sauce above

Procedure:The pie is made upside-down. Take your pie or cake model, put some drops of water in and wrap it in the thin plastic foil.

Pit the nectarines and cut them into small pieces. Put them in the model, press down firmly and put everything in the fridge.

 

Then pit the dates. I prefer pitting them myself, so I can be 100% sure that there are no pits. The sauce you're making is fingerlicking good, so in case you might want to lick your fingers more than just once, add a couple of dates to your measured quantity. Blend the dates with water and cinnamon. Sometimes the dates are quite dry and you need to add more water. Save 3 to 4 spoons of the sauce for the dough and spread everything else on the top of nectarines.

 

 

Grind the almonds in a food processor, add the coconut and the sauce and mix it all together. Put the dough on the top in your model. It goes easy when you make small “pancakes” with your hands and put them one next to the other.

 

Careful with pressing the dough down, you don’t want the sauce to burst out. Sprinkle a bit of coconut on the top and put the model in the freezer, for about one hour.

 

Make sure it doesn’t freeze. Then turn it around on a plate and put it in the fridge.

 

Actually, the pie is good to eat as soon as it is taken out the freezer, but it can wait in the fridge for several hours, even overnight. I usually keep the plastic foil on it until I start eating it, in order to prevent the fresh cut fruit from oxidation.

 

Credits/Inspiration: The pie was largely inspired by Presne Tortice on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/photo.php?fbid=452036751556407&set=pb.388218094604940.-2207520000.1404203495.&type=3&theater

 

Enjoy and let me know how it went!

 

#zaprstepolizat je za prste polizat

Dragi bralci,

Mnogi, ki me poznate, veste o moji obsesiji s hrano. Razvajanje brbončic ko polnite želodec je zelo pomembno. Skozi leta in leta prebavnih težav, sem se začela izogibati laktozi, glutenu in sladkorju, zaradi nuje in ne zaradi mode. Internet je preplavljen z veganskimi in brezglutenskimi recepti. S tem blogom dodajam svojo kapljico v morje. Zakaj bo tako poseben? V mojih receptih bom združevala naslednje:

Dvojezičnost: Zadnje čase večinoma komuniciram v angleščini, slovenščina pa je moj materni jezik. Kdo ve, morda bo tudi moja mami spremljala ta blog ;)

Vsejedec. Čeprav je večina mojih receptov vegetarijanskih ali celo veganskih, sem vsejedka. Večina moje hrane prihaja iz naravnejših virov, brez industrijskega in farmacevtskega filanja, kot so insekticidi in antibijotiki.

Brez sladkorja ali umetnih sladil. Včasih uporabim naravna sladila (moj najljubši je kokosov sladkor).

Brez laktoze. Poslužujem se ali brezlaktoznih kravjih izdelkov, še raje pa kozjih ali ovčjih. Če je le mogoče, uporabljam rastlinska mleka, smetane in jogurte.

Brez glutena. Na tržišču je vedno več brezglutenskih izdelkov. Na žalost se moramo prepogosto odločati med predragimi in neokusnimi.

Presno. Vedno bolj obožujem presno hrano. Večina je veganska.

Preveri preden deliš. Vsi moji recepti so večkrat preizkušeni preden jih objavim. Večinoma so testirani na mojih prijateljih in sodelavcih. Stalno povpraševanje po receptih je eden od razlogov za ta blog.

Zasluge. Kadarkoli dobim recept na internetu in ga le malo spremenim, preden ga objavim kot svojega, bom to tudi omenila. Menim, da moramo spoštovati in priznavati delo in trud drugih. V istem duhu,želim, da bodo tudi drugi objavljali link na moj blog.

#fingerlicking

Dear readers,

Many of you who know me personally are aware of my obsession with food. Spoiling your taste buds while filling up your stomach with healthy food is very important. Through the years of digestion troubles, I started to avoid lactose, then gluten and also sugar for the necessity rather than fashion. The internet is flooded with vegan or gluten-free recipes. I am converting this blog into another one. What is so special about it? I will combine the following in my recipes:

Bilingual. I mostly communicate in English, but Slovenian is my mother tongue. Who knows, perhaps my mom decides to follow it as well ;)

Omnivore. Although the most of my recipes are vegetarian or vegan, I am omnivore. I mostly choose my food that is non-industrialized and is not sprayed and fed with Pharma, such as insecticides and antibiotics.

No sugar or artificial sweeteners. Well, sometimes I am using natural substitutes for sugar (my favourite is the coconut sugar).

No lactose. I am using the products that are either cow’s and lactose-free, or rather sheep or goat. I tend to use the vegetal dairy products when possible.

No gluten. There are more and more gluten-free products on the market. Unfortunately, the majority is either expensive or tastes bad. I am trying to find cheaper and tasteful ones.

Raw. I like raw food more and more. Most of it is vegan.

Check it before share it. All my recipes are made several times before they make it online. They are tested on my friends and colleagues. The constant demands to share my recipes with them is also one of the reasons to pursuit this blog.

Credits. Whenever I take a recipe from internet and just slightly change it, I will mention it in credits. I believe people should be acknowledged for what they do. In the same spirit, I will expect others to do the same with my recipes.

Shakespeare, brushed up and let's not forget about the Bear

„Come“ they said „it'll be fun“ they said and I believed them. Boy, was I wrong!

 

It was a long journey to get me to the LEATSS (www.leatss.lu) doors. First time I heard about it was about 5 years ago and ever since I was thinking of going, but my life offered or pushed me into other priorities... Then I got a ½ scholarship from my club (www.pirates.lu) last year. I was delighted, just until I realised I couldn't go because of medical reasons. There have been hard times afterwards and the fear of not getting into the summer school was growing. I applied for the scholarship offered by the school as well. In the email I explained many reasons that ate up all my money and savings and just a couple of weeks before the classes stared, I got a YES.

I was warned that the kitchen there is only adapted to “vegeterian” and “non vegeterian” choice. Wrong! It may have appeared on the outside, but once the kitchen staff found out about my lactose and gluten free diet, they made sure that I got special dishes without them. I never considered myself as a modest eater, but during the 8 days of school I probably ate two to three times the usual. And didn't gain a single kilo!

The schedule started with the 9 am warm-up and ended at 9:15 pm. We had 4 breaks in the meantime and an optional hour to spend in between. It was intense. And time flew like it is always flying when you're having fun. and every evening ended downstairs by the bar, having a couple of drinks and even more fun!

The fountain, where we found a few minutes of rest and sunshine

Same fountain, view from the garden

 

There were a Theme and Skills classes, a Student project and Swaps, that is to get a taste of other themes and skills. My Skills was “Speaking from Head to Toe” with amazing Sarah Case and my Theme was “There’s Plenty of Song in Stock” with wonderful Graeme Du Fresne. And often Sarah was wonderful and Graeme was amazing! It wasn't just the connection my groups had with the tutors, it was the enthusiasm from both sides that made hard work so delightful and the success so easy! In both groups I belonged to the minority of the non-native English speakers and there were moments when I felt I almost don't understand the language. My vocabulary, good enough to work in the institution and help creating serious reports about this and that for years, suddenly seemed so poor. There is so many new words I learned and forgot that week! I will not let myself forget those many ways of relaxing all the muscles needed for speech, the melody of Shakespeare's lines, the darkness we discovered in a modern prose example, the fun with the relaxation techniques, the fffffff, vvvvvvvvvv, ssssssss, ššššššššššš (shhhh), zzzzzzz and žžžžžžžžž (zhhhh) we filled our room with! Vibrating your lungs, muscles and bones.... and most important: breathing. Skills that I have conquered. Rhetoric. The art of persuading. Quoting lines from Shakespeare was never easier! And the modern text. And the accents.

Singing in a Stock character was the other fun, we were Cinderella's evil sisters, the Wolf and the Red Riding Hood, Gangsters, Lovers and Ms Trunchbull. No matter the gender of singers, or the fact that some of the songs were, as Graeme mentioned, f*cking difficult, we conquered them all! A week later, “The Hammer” is still banging in my mind, when “Barcelona” or “I'm So Over Men” are taking a break. 

My Theme group

My Skills group

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Student Project. What a fun! There was no competition, but if there was, I'm sure that the group I was the part of, would get a reward as the one that had the most fun. The runners-up would have been very close. The directors volunteered and selected the pieces they wanted to work with, the tutors assigned the remaining students to them. The process was to be the most important and when we were reading the Bear (A. Chekhov) for the first time, I had no idea that just days later we would be chasing each other in the park at around 30 degrees heat and improvising on a completely different situations and the fun and the laughs we had!

The view from my window

The invisible bonds we've been weaving through the week. The friendships we made, and were taken all over Europe and beyond. The addiction that turns into the post-school depression and the only cure is coming back again. One more week next year...

„Come“ they said „it'll be fun“ they said an d' I believed them. Boy, was I wrong! It was so much better, it was so much more.

Me at the end of the week: tired & happy

Special thanks to Pirate Productions a.s.b.l. And LEATSS who both financially contributed to my scholarship. Loving thanks to all who were there in the convent of Clairefontaine for the Summer School 2013. Luv'ya all!

Potovanje z asistenco: Nazaj.

Par dni prej sem poklicala na informacije za potnike in se pozanimala. Smešno, po telefonu te vedno najprej napotijo da se moraš zglasiti na okencu z informacijami. Na srečo na Brniku (letališče Ljubljana) ob nedeljah ob 6 uri zjutraj tam ni gneče, niti kolone.  Vendar pa me je gospa tudi tu napotila na check-in. Dragi letališčniki, naj vam pojasnim, da ljudje, ki prosimo za asistenco najbrž vsi težko hodimo ali stojimo. Zakaj nas potem po nepotrebnem pošiljate na informacije? Če že vsa svetovna ekonomija špara, zakaj ne šparate še vi z našimi koraki in časom vaših delavcev na informacijah?
Prevoz do letala je potekal hitro in gladko, z obveznim postankom pred gate-om. Kot naročeno je nekaj metrov stran gospodična odprla štacuno in Sem ji kar čez hodnik zaklicala naj mi proda eno zares veliko Gorenjko z lešniki. Za darilo prijatelju ki me z letališča pelje domov.
V Frankfurtu me je čakalo  12 sončnih poznojulijskih stopinj in 4 in pol ure čakanja.
Tokrat se z letala nisem upala na berglah. Dva močna, vajena vsega težkega (ampak jaz imam še svoj karakter) sta me mukoma in počasi odnesla dol. Prijazna asistentka me je peljala v čakalnico, ki je bila namenjena hendikepiranim in njihovim spremljevalcem, če so jih imeli. Lahko smo si postregli s toplimi ali hladnimi napitki, pa tudi sladke in slane prigrizke so imeli. Mobilni operater je nudil pol ure brezplačnega interneta, samo geslo si zaprosil in ga vnesel na spletno stran. Držala sem se navodil, pa nič. Kot da je signal izginil v trenutku ko sem vnesla geslo.
Kaj kmalu sem se pričela dolgočasiti. Zanimalo me je, če bi lahko kje pustila težek nahrbtnik in se z berglami podala malo naokoli po letališču. Ni šans! Varnostni predpisi. Pa sem pogruntala, da bi si sposodila enega od invalidskih vozičkov, nanj obesila nahrbtnik in bergle pustila v varstvu uslužbencev. Varnostni predpisi niso imeli nič proti in tako sem čisto prvič poskusila sama peljati voziček. Moje roke so v dveh in pol mesecih na berglah postale precej krepke, vendar je za potiskanje vozička potrebno precej več moči kot bi si mislil. Pa tako enostavno in lahko zgleda! Sem se pač vozila malo bolj počasi in večinoma so me ljudje, ki sem jim bila napoti, gledali z razumevajočim nasmehom. Pripeljala Sem do čudovitega rožnatega cadillaca, ki ga je na ogled postavil muzej iz Sinsheima.

Malo naprej, za ovinkom, pa so prodajali preste. Potem sem se v želji da si čim prej umijem roke in se posvetim mamljivo zviti presti, podala nazaj.  Toalete ob čakalnici so bile uredu, razen če si slučajno bil na berglah ali vozičku. Na srečo sem bila spet na berglah in Sem se morala ukvarjati samo z ravnotežjem pri odpiranju vrat. Z vozičkom tja sploh ni dostopa. Samo upam da se tisti nepokretni ne rabijo vozit na drugi konec letališča, ker bi to pomenilo vsaj uro vožnje v eno smer!
Še enkrat sem morala skozi varnostni pregled, preden sem se vkrcala na bus, ki je bil samo zame. Vozniku je ugasnila iskrica v očeh ko sem mu rekla, da ne morem sama plezati na letalo, tudi če mi on nese ročno prtljago. Kar hudo mi je postalo in med vožnjo do letala sem premišljevala če morda res nebi mogla z berglami po stopnicah. Pa se je izkazalo, da tudi letališče Frankfurt na Majni premore dvižno platformo ki me je dostavila na letalo. Polet v Lux je bil kratek kot vedno. Z iPhonom Sem posnela pristanek v lep poletni dan (We are sorry but there was an error while uploading your video). Platforma me je čakala, prav tako prijazni asistent, vse skupaj je trajalo dovolj dolgo, da me je na traku čakal tudi kovček. In v avli me je čakal tisti, ki si je zaslužil Gorenjko.

Potovanje z asistenco: Tja.

Tako je naneslo, da sem morala kot začasen kripl z dvemi kufri potovati najprej iz Luxembourga v Ljubljano, potem pa še kot malo bolj bogi nazaj. In ker sem pametna punca, sem kaj kmalu ugotovila da je najbolje, če vse skupaj organizira nekdo drug. Povezala sem se s potovalno agencijo ki poleg naših službenih lahko poskrbi tudi za privatne poti. Simpl, samo povedala sem da bom na berglah in da bom potrebovala koga da na letališčih poskrbi zame. Bejba na drugi strani e-mail-iranja je že vedela, da načeloma ni problema, zaprositi moramo in potem imajo podjetja (najbrž letališča) 24 ur da odgovorijo/potrdijo.
Enostavno, vse kar sem morala poskrbeti, je bil prevoz do letališča. Tako srečni ljudje kot sem jaz, nimamo težav z iskanjem prijateljev ki bi bili pripravljeni me peljati. Ne, večji problem je najti koga, ki je takrat, ko ga rabim, v kraju, kjer ga rabim. Tako je to, ko živiš v mednarodni razseljeni družbi. Pa sem jo našla, Natašo, našo primadono (po kvaliteti in ne obnašanju!), ki je našla pol urce med službo, predavanji na konzervatoriju in vajami s Pirati (pridite pogledat Nunsence letos oktobra). Po nekajminutnem ugotavljanju in spraševanju na informacijah na Findlu (letališče Luxembourg) so me napotili na check-in, od koder bodo poklicali asistenta z vozičkom. Trajalo je dobrih 5 minut sedenja na klopci. Pride godpod, prijazno pozdravi in kot akrobat zbalansira mene, moje bergle in kufer na vozek. Varnostni pregled je izgledal kot vsak drugi, le da sem tokrat imela dodatno opremo in posebno voziček je besno piskal na detektorju. Potem je name čakal poseben avtobus. In ko smo prispeli do letala, sem šele videla kako poseben je! Dvignil je kabino do višine vrat letala in lepo sem se sprehodila do svojega sedeža. Ob nenehnem zahvaljevanju je gospod skromno odgovarjal, da zato so tukaj. In smo vzleteli in pristali v Frankfurtu. Tam sem se pogumno sama podala po stopničkah z avijona, o asistenci pa ne duha ne sluha. Luxairova ekipa je bila nadvse prijazna, še posebno čedni sinjeoki pilot, ki je od Kanadaira čez avtobus vse do terminala kjer smo po 15 minutnem čakanju le ugledali pomočnika, vestno in prijazno nosil moj vijolični kovček z rožastim vzorcem.
Na voziček sem poznavalsko zbalansirala prtljago in bergle in pomičnik (zatipkano pomočnik, ampak saj me je z vozekom pomikal naokoli) se mi je začel opravičevati za zamudo. Le nekaj minut do leta v Ljubljano. Sama sem morala splezat na avtobus in kar je še huje, počasi po stopnicah v letalo, zadnja v koloni potnikov. Letalo je bilo polno, moj sedež pa na drugem koncu. Zgrudila sem se nanj. Z berglami človek potrebuje nekaj prostora v širino. Pri mojih dimenzijah je to približno dvakrat toliko kot je širok koridor med sedeži. Ohranjanje ravnotežja včasih zahteva eleganco Cirque de Soleil. Človek vse prenese z nasmehom in vsi so tako prijazni, še posebno tisti v Slovenščini, ki se je zdela kot zaslužen posladek po obedu v treh hodih; francoščini, nemščini in angleščini. Končno na domači zemlji! Pričakali so me gospa z vozičkom, starši in dež.

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