Coconut Flour Cinnamon Financiers w/ Strawberry Sauce (w/ TermiNatetor Kitchen)

Hello, you lovely people of the Earth. I know. Its been a long time. 5 months and 6 days, to be exact. I had a few issues with WordPress and I was completely unable to post anything during these months, I still haven’t got it solved, but I got a little chance to make this one post in collaboration with my good friend/fellow blogger/incredibly pretty/smart/talented/humble/shining example of human perfection Nate Crawford from the blog TermiNatetor Kitchen (I told you I would write it all down, Nate).

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Turmeric Apricot and Ginger Pudding Cake

If you follow my Sorted Food feed, you know that I have a sick obsession with turmeric. From smoothies to soups and even more soups, I just really love its pungent, almost metallic flavour. My mother says that my taste buds are weird since I prefer sweet foods over savoury, but, at the same time, I like my sweets to be more on the strong/bitter side, so not that sweet (wow I said “sweet” a lot.. well, you got the point). But, really, I’m not the only one who’d rather have a well-balanced dessert over a verging-on-diabetes one, it’s just that, in Brazil, people like everything to be either loaded in sugar or loaded in salt, and I hate both so….. maybe I was born in the wrong country?…….

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Blueberry Cornbread Muffins

Let me tell you something: growing up sucks. Don’t do it, let’s all just join hands and fly to Neverland.

I know what you’re thinking, “Can you stop complaining? This is life, you’ll just be avoiding the inevitable, so you might as well get on with it right now”. Yes, yes, and you are completely right, and the biggest part of me wants to leave home and get a life of my own as soon as possible, but it’s like being trapped in a maze, you know you have to find a way out, but you don’t know which path you should take. It’s the worst feeling. I have hopes, dreams, expectations, and I will work towards them, but I wish I knew how to begin.

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Hawaij Rye Banana Bread

I’ve had THE MOST hectic weeks, lately. Like I said before, I’m finishing university by the end of November, and there are still quite a few essays to deliver, as well as some exams to make (yes, I go to Culinary School and I do have exams and essays).

Last week, we had a little “cooking fair” at university, which is worth 70% of our final grade, and I spent about 11 hours working in  and outside the kitchen with my friends, without sitting for a minute (which is kind of a good workout, I guess…….), with only breakfast on my stomach and, if you know me, you know I simply cannot spend more than 4 hours without eating something, otherwise I start to go a little nuts.

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Chocolate and Coffee Cake

Doubts. That’s the word I’d use to describe my life right now. Doubting others, doubting myself and the life I chose. For a person in her 20’s, that’s probably a very common state of mind, but, to be honest, I’m not completely sure if I know how to handle it.

I made this cake for my older sister’s birthday. She asked for something with chocolate and, almost immediately, I started to think about how I would make it look amazing. So I made 2 cakes, sliced both in half, so I’d have four layers to work with, along with one frosting and one filling. So far so good, I had everything planned, so as soon as I came from university, that was about 7 p.m., I started working on it, so I could finish up the next morning. I had two broken layers in the process, which really pissed me off, I like my food to be perfect, to LOOK perfect. But okay, I just joined the pieces and got on with it, I was covering everything with meringue, anyway. It was looking good, the taste was also nice (yes, I ate almost all the scraps alone, do not judge me, my sister ate it too), so I placed it in the fridge until it was time to serve. Suddenly, I heard a noise. I went to check on it, and my sister’s boyfriend was catching various cans of beer on the floor, that he accidentally dropped. He looked at me with a scared face, and said, in a single breath: “Oh God, the cake.”. The fridge drawer, which was holding the cans, fell on top of the cake, and broke almost half of it.

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