Daily Archives: April 20, 2013

Sugar-free Avocado & Chocolate Mousse

Pantry

Don’t get the wrong idea, I have NOT turned into a vegan, organic loving healthy hippy.  I just suddenly have the time (and money after not going out this weekend) to organise my meals for the week ahead! I’m taking some of the less extreme pointers from Sarah Wilson’s “I Quit Sugar” book and going to try out some sugar free meals – more out of interest and boredom than anything else!

First of which is this Avocado & Chocolate Mousse which is sugar free and surprisingly good!

It’s still a treat of course, the sugar and chocolate is removed but replaced by rice syrup, coconut cream & stevia so is it really worth it….hmmm?? I don’t know, but still impressive given it’s based on avocado!

Avo Mouse

2 very ripe avocados

125ml chilled coconut cream (it has to be quite firm)

¼ cup of raw cacao powder

Granulated stevia (Wilson’s book suggests 1-2 teaspoons but I needed more like 3-4 for my taste)

2 teaspoons rice syrup

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

½ teaspoon ground cinnamon (I used more like 1-2 of cinnamon)

Pinch of salt

Whiz it all together with a bar mix of in a blender until smooth and taste. Add more stevia, coconut cream or whatever you like to get it to your taste. Chill in the fridge for a couple of hours.

The Granny-Case

Granny Case

This Happened

Melbourne – the only place where this is ok…cool even!

Walking around the Vic markets every morning can be tiring. And on top of my markets purchases, I tend to do my weekly shop at Woolies on the way home, leaving me with a serious number of bags on my arms. I eventually find myself not buying heavier things because the walk home would become too much for me!

Enter the granny case.

Looking around the markets, no one else is struggling! No looks of torture on their faces, just sheer happiness and I realise – it’s their granny cases. Trendy girls, hipster dudes, young couples, everyone! All wandering around with a bag or basket on wheels, which I would never be caught dead pulling behind me.  You know the ones i mean, usually grey bags on wheels that the elderly lug their groceries in.

Alas, I hang my head in shame because after my hands feel like dropping off from the pain of the 10 shopping bags on my hands –  I decide to join the masses and take one more step in my “I’m from Melbourne, “I don’t give a fuck” journey.

On a side note, the journey I’ve just mentioned was kicked off when I rocked my new jelly bean sandals  on the same day.

Jellies