After yesterdays blog post, I decided to make the most of my rostered day off today and not only get the house ready for the boyfriends return, but to get my fat arse in that kitchen and off fast food delivery web sites.
Working the close shift at the health club yesterday, got me home around 10.45pm, and remember yesterday when I said maybe a rice cake or two and bed early on… yeah, that didn’t happen. I didn’t have the rice cakes, instead I ate a block of chocolate that belonged to the significant other (I have owned up to it. To myself, as well as to him), and stayed up watching Grace & Frankie until 1.45am. Oops.
Then, the lay in I had planned, also didn’t happen. I woke up at 6.30am, WIDE AWAKE! Urgh. That’s when my morning Instagram allowance started. And remained in play for an unhealthy time frame. So at 8.30am, I decided to get up and get cracking. That and my phone battery was getting low so I needed to give it some juice.
I made a pot of tea and gleefully accepted my GoodFor delivery from Mr Courier Man and went to the kitchen, and this time, not to eat. Progress. Good For is a wholefoods refillery that I am obsessed with of late, and not just because of their Moon Macadamia‘s seriously, they are the shiiiiiiz, but because they full on promote the plastic free nature of shopping, stocking incredibly nutritious ingredients that you can weigh out for your needs, which not only saves waste, but makes it all the more cost affective. And well, did I say, they have heaps of awesome nutritiousness deliciousness?! I had ordered the staples for my homemade granola, the ingredients to knock up some more of my homemade pesto, a nice hefty weight of nutritional yeast that is perfect on the roast veggies I was set to prepare for my prepped lunches…
Which brings me to, first up, work lunches meal prep. These consist of capsicum, sprouts, broccoli, carrot, pumpkin, mushrooms (damn, I forgot beetroot! Hold the line caller whilst I just go drain a can of this tasty maroon coloured veg that I keep as back up and throw it in the container. *hold music plays*. Bear with, bear with, bear with…). Back, okay, so I chopped all the veggies, massaged them with some coconut oil, showered them in nutritional yeast, cumin, salt, pepper and a smile. Throwing them in the oven to roast up to their full potential, ready to taste the rainbow.
With the above getting warm, I cleaned up, then cracked on with the next task, to assist me with the sweet & naughty cravings that I’m 100% going to suffer over the next few days, gluten free black bean brownies. I’m sure you know how to read a recipe, so I’ll leave that below, but all I will say, purchasing my food processor 3.5 years ago, still a very wise decision.
Gluten Free Black Bean Brownies
- 150g pitted dates
- 1x 400g black beans (drained and rinsed)
- 80ml olive oil
- 1tbs honey
- 40g almond meal
- 50g cacao powder (thanks to my Tropeaka stash!)
- 1tsp GF baking powder
- 1 egg
- 75g hazelnuts
- 300g cherries
- 2tsp cinnamon
- 1tsp vanilla essence
- 2tbsp chia seeds
- Pre-heat the oven to 180 degrees and line a baking tin with baking paper
- Put the dates in a bowl and cover with boiling water, leave for 10 minutes
- Place dates, black beans, cherries, oil and honey in the mighty food processor and blitz until smooth
- Add the almond meal, cacao powder, baking powder, egg, cinnamon, vanilla, chia and pulse for a wee bit, before adding the hazelnuts to the final few pulses to roughly chop them
- Plop all this mixture, which by the way, smells utterly divine, into the lined baking tray, popping it in the oven to bake for 20-25 minutes
- Leave in the tray for 10-15 minutes to cool slightly, then remove and slice up
- Either pack up and place in the fridge and enjoy with natural yogurt throughout the week…or, just dive right in. Either way, you’ll enjoy the bajeezus out of these. Fact.
With the meal prep done, the washing up done, and the kitchen cleaned, next I made the bed (ssh, don’t tell the chap, but this was the first time since he left, cripes), vacuumed the entire unit, put all my laundry away (I’m not his slave after all), and generally just played the enjoyable role of Domestic Princess. Now at 1.30pm, I’m finally sitting down having enjoyed numerous pots of tea, supping on my apple cider vinegar tonic (don’t be put off, it’s well nice) and treating my peepers to more Grace & Frankie.
Hey, just realised it’s 1.21pm, and I’ve not eaten anything. Great, now I’m hungry… am I though?!