how to keep sane in maddening, wonder-filled world

'You'd have to be half mad to dream me up.' 

Lewis Carroll. Alice in Wonderland.

... and if one more person tells me we didn't plan the birth days of our children very well, I will shout at the top of my voice "OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

How curious it is that we almost all share the same month to celebrate the day we came to our wonder-full lives.

How wonder-full that the youngest two share the same celebration, friends, party, celebrating themselves, and that daddy parties on down in the same week too.

How lucky am I, that I have one week of pure, unadulterated service to my loved ones, celebrating my children and husband. That the rest of life is put on hold while I concentrate my efforts in pure love, intent and purpose, that my whole being is poured into the family mould.

Divine timing.
Everything happens at the right time.

And so it has been this week.

A family's celebration in love, wonder and awesomeness.

My boy showered in love and boats and car cake and berry smoothies and a day just for him, before we moved on to the next day with horses, unicorns, tea party and sleepover, ending the week with a tea party for our very own Mad Hatter, Alice, Doormouse and all our friends.

"Have I gone mad?"

"I'm afraid so, but let me tell you something, the best people usually are!" Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland.

Still living without a conventional fridge, the night kitchen being one awesome place to set chocolate and cake icing, the outdoor toilet block being another! meant that everything was made the night before each birthday. 

Thats four birthday cakes in one week! 

I am so great-full that we're raw! 

No worries with regards to burning, sinking or forgetting vital rising ingredients. No cutting into shapes. Just bunging it all together, adding flavours til the taste was filled with wonder and shaping it by hand like putty at your finger tips.

“Yes, that's it! Said the Hatter with a sigh, it's always tea time.” Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

And the joint celebration being a tea party ... I focused on jam tarts, jam, eat me cookies to get those kids big, drink me kombucha to make e'm small and love heart chocolates to expand their hearts. 

And endless rounds of tea. With locally supplied raw milk! To keep the parents at bay!

And this year I gifted myself with kindness and let go of the need to do it all. 

I added up the hours prepping, the price of the raw ingredients and saw that in some ares, overall it was madness not to reach out and pay for help.

 I let myself buy the kombucha, the milk and the raw chocolate to top the Mad Hatters cake. How could I pass up a raw bar that's named 'Wonder'?! 

And I asked our tea party guests to bring some food for the table. And that alone enabled me to keep a wee bit of sanity in an ever growing mad week.

At the very least, I knew that everyone would delight in the sweetness of the day!

100% happiness guaranteed

You haven’t got time to take a day off.

Yep! I totally resonate with that statement. After all, I’ve made it my mantra for…I can’t even count the years.

And I still find it challenging to take a whole day off. 

Not checking the overload of other peoples schedules in my inbox, breaking the family routine, not making three meals a day, every day. Stopping reading, talking, helping someone with regards to work.

I find it more manageable to take bite sizes of time off…like when I’m asleep, or in the shower, or in the car on my own in between dropping and picking up children from various playdates, classes and sleepovers. Time off in my books is the weekly shop without kids, playing on social media, reading a book on biz, helping a friend in need.

Taking a day off is the most important factor of living life more. 

Without that day to yourself to do whatever it is you like to do to rejuvenate, recuperate, revitalise and rewind, life naturally winds you up and spits you out leaving you spiky, exhausted and no use to anyone.

Go on, try it! Take one whole day off to yourself.

Yes, I know you’re really, really busy and you can’t possibly do it today. 

Maybe next week sometime…go on…dig your heels right back into that stuck in the rut you’ve made yourself.

I can't possibly take today off because I gotta write a blog, fix the toilet, pack up the kids lunch, fill in trenches, prepare dinner, make beds, chop wood. 

I hear the mantra. I know wotcha saying!

I’ve been overwhelmed with the routine and needs of life, family and everything. My creativity has lain in a crumpled heap alongside the trug of clothes that should’ve been folded tidily away into drawers sometime last week. My physical needs have demanded I take some time out as I hammer away at the keys. My productivity rates slid down the scale as I put myself down the back alleys of self care, alongside the remains of chaos and overwork.


So, what is it that’s impossible to put off? 

What’s so urgent that it can’t be timetabled into another day, gifting yourself some well deserved rest, play and self care?

I gifted myself with a day last week. 

My day of work became a day for me. 

I had to be pushed outa the door…my beloved thought it was the best idea I’d ever had! I got permission from someone else, and I still had to take the leap of faith that my life wouldn’t crumble around me while I was looking after number one.

And you know what?

I came back joy-full, free, relaxed and happy. My head was busting with new ideas for famliy happiness, business prosperity and solutions to challenges had been answered while I took myself for a bush whacking exercise into my back yard of the wild. 

Sunning myself on the beach, dunking my head under the waves and giving myself a virtual swim, looking out at the horizon rewired my neural patterns, put life into perspective, gave me back my freedom and perspective on life, the universe and everything.

In fact I was so fully charged that I had the most productive week ever!

And taking advantage of losing power at home during a weekend rainstorm, therefore loosing the ability to make gourmet meals, do the never ending laundry and checkin in on the ‘lose an evening to facebook’ game, I gifted myself more than free time. 

I supped up the energy of recharge and turbo powered my way through the next workday, giving myself the freedom to book my next day off the following week.

Go on, I dare yah! Gift yourself with a day off tomorrow!

How solar power's making me fat

I've fallen off the wagon.

It didn't take me long!
In fact, I hadn't even started my month's green smoothie fast yesterday, when I threw a hand-full of brazils into my wide open yawning mouth ... at seven in the morning, while trying to light the fire with sodden wood.

I was very excited that now my baby of nearly three years has pretty much weaned himself off his mama's living milk. I was gonna be able to clean myself out in the first week of my new year.

Who was I trying to kid!
Not thinking through this idea, looking at what I was devouring and when and why ... just throwing myself whole heartedly into fasting without a thought was probably not the best of ideas to get started.

No plan

No goal in sight

No willpower!

Just a half hearted attempt at feeling lighter, cleaner and gifting myself with a boost of love.

Why the fast?
I've unintentionally put on weight. Quite a lot actually.
I'm beginning to wear those winter hide-me-away clothes again.

Then there's my eldest's beauty-full comment on my birthday. She loves me coz i feel like sloppy porridge.
YEEK!

I feel slower, lower energy, heavy and lacking some of the unlimited energy that I usually bound with.

And then there's the photos of me splashing in the ocean in my birthday suit! My daughters lithe bodies in contrast of my own beauty-full voluptuous body highlighted at last what I already new.

I'm getting fat.

And the reason for gaining unwanted fat's no rocket science.

Too much fat 

Too much sugar

Too many calories

Not enough water

Lacking in exercise

Not enough sleep

Incorrect balance in life

I had a giggle about binging on nuts so early in the morning ... and if that's how bad it got, what's the problem?

Of course, there's no problem..I just don't feel comfortable at the excess weight that's been creeping on since I changed my life, going off grid, relying on too little solar power to keep me turbo charged through the colder days.

The dehydrator that we used to rely on in the winter months to conveniently consume our days worth of seeds and nuts in handy pack-'em-up sized pizza bread, crackers and chips, and the fridge that we lack to conveniently store pre-made meals has meant that although we've been eating fresher and lighter meals, mainly in the form of salads, I've not been sprouting grains, seeds and legumes as much, and have been lavishly filling up instead with dried fruits, nuts and generous helpings of avocado, chocolate and coconut oil.

It's like it's Christmas binging every day!

Lacking solar power as the sky dumps blankets of rain on us, means more than the garden of greens resting in hibernation. Without enough electricity to keep a dehydrator bangin' out health-full staples, I've been grabbing food in it's natural state and relying on dried staples to fulfil all of my emotional and physical needs ... which has created a platform of addiction to sugars and fats.

A house that can get unbearably cold due to lack of insulation and sodden clay beneath our wooden stilted floors, means that my body has started to insulate itself.

And again, none of this is a biggie.

To convert this given energy into a state of a highly functioning body, I just need to up my exercise regime.

Into maybe a marathon a week at current gorging.

Obviously walking up and down the hill is not raising my heart beat enough to use the excess calories that I'm feeding myself these days. So, I've either gotta find some time to raise my heart beat tenfold, or I gotta cut down on the sugars and fats.

Especially together!

Fat loves to snuggle up to the sugar, where it stores it for later, rather than converting it into super fuel glucose.

So, here's my updated plan.

Run to my new Creative Space via the beach

Chop wood, collect kindling, run and play more outside with the kids, creating warmth from the inside out.

Stick to a handful of nuts and seeds each day

Fill up with super green smoothies

Limit myself to one avocado per day

Eat two main green salads, brimming with sprouts

and the two biggies:

Make time for myself for exercise

Get some more sleep

Don't get fooled into thinking that eating health-fully will keep you in tiptoptastic condition.

Keep an eye on what you're consuming and when and why. Empowering ourselves with the knowledge that food is energy utilised to get us from A-Z, revitalising, repairing and rejuvenating our bodies and mind, helps us power our life and gets us naturally, living life more.

It doesn't matter whether you're on the healthiest lifestyle or hammering the middle aisles of the superstore ... if you don't get a good balance, then somethings gotta give.

Being Responsible

I am responsible for my life. 

Listening to my inner voice and trusting that internal guidance has taken me over the stepping stones of my life, leading me to my dreams and beyond into life that is yet to be realised. 

I love food. 

Food has been a constant source of inspiration, well being (emotionally if not physically!) and a way of showing my love to those around me.

In the early days though, I had to delve deep into faith and know that all would be well when, due to various self-destructive motivations, my body began to fall apart.

I continued to ignore the messages my body was sending me to slow down, 

go inside and listen. 

Instead, I carried on to near collapse. 

It took a long time to realise and react. 

I recovered myself by removing one lifestyle and gradually built up another in it’s place. 

And I have to tell you…life never looked so great!

Becoming physically exhausted and unable to mentally stabilise, my body began to react strongly to most food types. With help from professionals, I was pulled apart from my beloved food and reintroduced to it over a period of two years. 

A decade later, I feel two decades younger, have gained a new body and have healed at a higher level.

And I'm now able to nourish people with love through foods I know are the best the planet has to offer. Healing and empowering not only loved ones, but supporting and awakening the spirit within, sustaining our planet, celebrating our aliveness.

We all have different lifestyles, jobs, commitmentments, bank balances and motivations. 

Eating raw, living foods is something that we all can incorporate into our lives at some level and reap the benefits. 

By just adding a juice, smoothie, a salad or more fruit to our daily diets will have incredible effects over the long term. No one need to feel that they will be missing out on anything either. By simply allowing your body freedom from the tedious job of digestion, you will be rewarded with more energy and vitality. 

Your beautiful body can concentrate on repairing tissue, replenishing cells and gifting your brain with enhancing nutrients. 

Accessing supersonic powers through supersonic foods is something to be grateful for daily, and the longer you implement it in your lifestyle, the more you will want it in your life.

This is an inspiring way of living. 

By taking responsibility for the choices that I make encourages me to choose the thoughts that benefit me. 

That includes what I put in my body. 

By removing toxic foods, beauty products and negative thoughts, my day is lighter, happier and present. 

I am in the driving seat. 

Loving my life, loving myself, loving all around me.

I love my life pie

Crust

1 cup walnuts

1 1/2 cups soft dates

1 1/2 cups shredded coconut

1 tsp salt

1 tsp vanilla essence

1/ Pop all the crust ingedients into your food processor, adding the dates slowly. Process into a dough-like consistency.

2/ Press the dough into a pie pan.

Filling

1 cup pitted dates

1 cup water (or thereabouts)

1 tbsp cinnamon, ground

8 ripe persimmons, peeled and sliced

3/ Excluding the persimmons, blend the filling together until well mixed.

4/ Mix together with the persimmons and lay on top of the crust.

Invite a favourite friend over, share your pie and create your dreams together.

stokin' the fire within

Sitting out on the deck basking in an english summers day…

we luxuriate in the fact that it’s midwinter in New Zealand and we’re relishing lunch outdoors! 

OK, the air’s nippy enough to be wearing socks and a cosy hoody, but isn’t that the ravishing bit about winter? 

And fires? 

Admittedly, the fire’s on indoors, gently keeping the hot water tank full, and at the ready to take off Jack Frosts icy touch in the morning.

Beach fires have been lit and friends gather as the sun lays its’ head behind the ranges of the national park. Children flit about burning bare bottoms with sand slides and the elders swap their weekly chatter and philosophise over Matariki, super-full moons and the footy.

What to share around a fire?

Blankets, mead, music and love. And feast on familiar hearty foods. 

Wracking my brain for a raw dish to share with fellow foodies is not on my list of priorities. Gathering beach clodder and having a fun day at the local markets, eating lunch al fresco is.

feelin' blue? go for green ...

Life’s our choice. 
It’s up to us how we feel, where we go and who we choose to share it with. 

My beloved and I have recently made huge choices to create a life that we wanted to live. 

And that meant leaving loved ones, a family home, a country, a hemisphere. 

In short, we left one life to create another.

I know without doubt that our raw food lifestyle enabled us to do this. Lifting us up instead of keeping us down, making us feel lighter, happier, clearer about stuff. 

We stopped stuffing down our emotions, let them rip forth and dealt with the rubbish.

It wasn’t that pretty. 

Some people say that it’s OK for us, it comes easy. 

Some say we’re lucky, they don’t have that opportunity. 

I say whatever you want, you go and get it as no-one else can do it for you.

warming up to raw foods

I‘m heating my food!

The decidious trees are hitting the limelight with technicolour dream coats, snow has touched the mountain tops and although enjoying an indian summer, the hours that snuggle close to the darkness tempt us to light the fire.

I’m getting alot of folk asking, ‘How do you do it? I couldn’t eat salads all winter…my body needs cooked food.’ 

There’s a misconception about raw foods having to be cold.

 In fact, alot of our food is warm, either through gently heating or adding spice. 

When food is cooked, it’s boiled, fried, and roasted until it’s so hot, we have to wait until the meal is cool enough to stop burning the skin from the roof of our mouths! Preparing raw and gently heating, we get close to the same temperature, the bonus being we get to keep all the good stuff.

wrappin' up summer

My hearts bangin' in my chest and I'm drooIing at the mouth. I'm getting heart palpitations at all the plants yelling out to be eaten this month. 

What a gloriously gratifying month April is. 

Fruit's dripping off the trees, and our senses are hammered with the overflowing flavours of our labour. 
The dehydrator is at full whack and I am eternally thank-full for my fruit flies who know what to do with the produce that hangs out waiting to be stored for the winter months.

They guzzle it fresh. 



Feijoa juice clings to salty skin, figs tossed down whole. Pears, zuchinis, tomatoes, sapote and apples have little chance to be hangin' out together in storeage. 

Bellys rubbed, jiggled and juggled to squeeze in a wee bit more. Tanks topped up for nut foraging expeditions, my four year old's turned squirrel as she disappears into the trees and buries her treasure for another day.

diggin' deep into the belly of harvest

Carving out a pumpkin and warming our souls is gonna be our tiptoptastic craft activity this Easter. Our pumpkin patch that mysteriously gifted itself to us, cradling the compost in its vine like arms, has plenty of fruit to share. 

Highly nutritious and rich in fibre, vitamins and anti oxidants, it's gonna do more than scare the ghouls into submission.

Pumpkins gift us with many things, not only a vine that covers the mess of the ever growing kitchen scraps. 

First of all, a shell to carve out the worlds greatest jack o' lanterns. 

Not just for children, I've seen many a grown up digging deep into the belly of this magnificent fruit, drifting off into the moment, as they carve their dreams into the surface of the lantern. 

Itsa piece of cake!

Easter's elongated into harvest with the school holidays falling after the main celebrations. Not sure why this has involved us, seeing as we neither celebrated in church or go to school, but it does seem that religion and state education rule the nest when it comes to holidays. 

I'm grateful for all, as it means that we're gifted holiday after holiday, reminding us that life's one big celebration. 

And in my mind, celebration equals cake. 

Not needing any other prompting, I can find a celebration cake for any day of the week... happy monday cake, happy outa work cake, happy pay day cake. And it doesn't have to be chocolate. But it always helps!

scrumpin' with the easter bunny

Celebrating Autumn with Easter festivities hurts my brain.
Easter is a Christian celebration, celebrating the rebirth of the Messiah. Oestre or Ishtar is the pagan celebration of the feminine and fertility and the coming light.

So why, down south, do we celebrate Easter in the Autumn when everything around us is decaying, the mornings and nights are magnetised to one another and we are reaching out towards our gum boots, jumpers and fires?
I'm pulled to carve out a pumpkin. Or at least to make mini chocolate mushrooms!
Who wants to celebrate life by eating an egg anyhow?

fartin' around with wind power

Lovin’ life raw allows me to walk my talk about the environment, but I got more than I bargained for living with wind power.

The non-stop media chatter about cows and the amount of methane they produced, brought the word flatulence to our family table

sharing air space,

noise pollution

and a growing sense of toilet humour.

Tummy gurglings, blow offs, pop pops and farting has had the girls crumpled over their plates of plant food, crippled with snorting laughter.

On the other hand, as my eldest struggles with becoming aware of who she is, the laughter subsides and embarrassment creeps in.

Looking closer to our plant eating friends chewing the cud, gave us an insight into what’s missing in our fast forwarded lives.

Chewing!

transitioning through to the other side

Gloating is never a great way to start a day…but feeling good about the varying ways in which I feel better, brighter, lighter and zingingly happier is.

 I never knew what it would be like to experience life now.

 Never felt as nourished, inspired, excited, energised and gratified by food as I do today. 

And it’s so empowering to know that my choice of diet can so dramatically affect the future of my health and quality of life…those choices moving markets, shifting attitudes and improving the quality of life for future generations.

Raw foods have truly changed my life….

sharing the journey

Sharing fantastically-full feasts with friends has helped me to follow a successful path on my journey with raw foods. Finding like minded people on my turned off the main highway kinda life has allowed me to soar, missing a lot of potholes and bumpy times…and creating potlucks instead. My first two years was undeniably hard. With no-one to share my insights, recipes and struggles with, I created a mask of positivity, repeating mantras of how amazing I felt…when the truth was I felt alone, unsupported and misunderstood.

When I finally met my raw food angel, I felt myself metamorphosise.

My wings unfolded, my eyes opened and I stood up to the light.

Meeting once a week at a local homeschool group allowed us to share scrumptious lunches, recipes, books and publications from a world different from the one we walked with others.

A couple of days before our coming together, time was well spent in preparing sumptuous banquets for each other, creating new recipes that kept us on our chosen paths throughout the week.

Spreading our delectable goodies in picnic fashion would get others excited, watching what we’d brought to the table, and we’d share love, inspiration and nibbles with curious friends. Children loved eating from our plates and so, through our friendships, we were able to support others in health-full eating choices too.

Arriving home well satiated with a nutrient full tummy and a clear connected mind, dinner would be swapped leftovers from our feast, and would often see us right for another couple of days.

New inspiring recipes, books and tribulations to share, bolstered up with honest musings over long telephone calls in times of need allowed us to be honest and supportive to one another.

My friend and I shared an important time together and I miss our well trodden path of love.

being clever

The general assumption that I live with abundance at my door is a correct one. However, I do go about creating this abundance in different ways. I don’t go out to work. 

Inspired by my mama, I stay at home and look after my three young children.



My husband finds the rent and extras that keep the home fires burning and I’ve learned to put delicious meals together that feed our soul and body’s needs for a fraction of the cost of my working days.

Fridays here in the bay are abundance days and I open and close my store cupboard doors in delight, captivated by a vast array of greens jostling on the shelves, lovingly gathered from friends luscious veggie gardens.

‘Pick me! Pick me!’ scream out overflowing fruit bowls, seasonal fruits bought from the local market stall.

Add to that, as much seasonal veg that will get my ever growing family through the week.

I supplement this morning trip with a peek in the local supermarket.

As much as I’d love to leave alone, their reduced organic bananas fill our freezer for a weeks full of ice creamy delights. My supply of frozen, seasonally collected berries adds sunshine from summer days.

In our household, an over abundance of fresh foods like this also gets dehydrated, fermented and juiced.

Grabbing deals from our local organic shop and driving by favourite road stalls is another fun way to get us through the week. With a dietry foundation like this, there’s always money leftover to splurge on superfood ingredients to make raw chocolate.

We savour the Charlie Bucket feeling by limiting ourselves to one chocolate a day.

Buying too many avocados from the market stall, ensures a glut at the end of the week where the girls delight in raw chocolate mousse for breakfast, whilst brownies and biscuits get iced and chocolate icecream joins the party in the freezer.

My family know what it’s like to find their golden ticket!

raw food in the real world

I’m refusing to feed my Mama an all raw diet, much to her disappointment. 

She’s visiting from the UK and I’m scared stiff that she’lll hit detox and end up doing cold turkey time, shivering under the illusion that all will be well.

In the planning stages of how to integrate Granny into our feeding time, I worried about our diet and how hard it would be on the girls to see potatoes and sushi and croissants at the table, but in reality there hasn’t been much of a problem.

tools of the trade

I swing a stocking around my head when I wake and stroke my blender with love and whisper sweet nothings to it every morning.I thank it for pre-digesting my food for me and for not conking out just yet. 

People get very excited about equipment needed in a raw food kitchen.

Buzz words are handed around such as vita-mix, green power kempo and excalibur.

They are exciting words.

I particulary love vitamix. 

And I look forward to using it in my kitchen.


It’s just that I am still loving my freebie blender from the dump; with one shorn off blade leaving three still intact, Philips home blender.

I get told by people that the reason they aren’t going raw is because the equipment’s too costly. 

It really doesn’t need to be so.

I think for the first few months of experimenting, you can probably beg, borrow and get free from the tip, most equipment you need.

The Vita-mix by the way, is a turbo powered blender with enough horse power in it to make juice out of a brick! 

In the lifetime that it’s fancy price tag will give you, you could pulverise your home! 

Not only does it perform virtually every food prep task you can imagine, but it increases bioavailability, meaning your body is able to absorb more nutrients.

But still not a have-to-have when you are first starting out experimenting with raw foods.

detoxing

I’ve done cold turkey and it aint that pretty.

Getting edgy, mild panic palpitations and a crazed glint in the eye… thoughts about my food stash and where my next hit was coming from.

Hopefully from something sugary.

Maybe from something to make it all better. 

Definitely playing snakes and ladders that’d take me right back to the beginning!

When I started to eliminate foods that I knew were doing me no favours, I was surprised at the ferocity of my denial. With my body’s demands and my monkey brain giving the chatter, it took a couple of focused weeks to get myself under control.

It’s only food after all.

Raw birthday – by raw foodie Sarah Lea

Submitted by sarahlea on September 10, 2012 – 3:34 pm

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Birthday season is officially over. In my family’s nest that is. Party number five done and dusted, with a very happy seven year old as an outcome. Over the course of two days I’ve managed to cut two decadently delicious raw chocolate brownie cakes into enough squares to feed over 50 drooling devotees! What a happy bunch they were too. We’re blessed to have such wonder-full friends who are willing to forgo dairy, wheat and sugar to join in on our celebrations!

And an amazing organic shop who not only supplies the raw ingredients to create such divine treats, but also sells tantalizing temptation take-outs such as raw pumpkin pie, key lime tart and purple guava cheesecake that we eagerly snaffled away to the playground and gorged on a deliciously impromptu picnic lunch while the children let their energy rip round the park.

That and a handful of sprouts with a couple of carrots eaten on the run was all that was needed to get us to the beach. Galloping after a pony and cart five kms to the sandy arena, I relished the thought of the amazing energy reserves my body was gifted at lunch. With my two girls in the cart and my husband and baby in the car, I allowed my wings to lift me free of daily restraints as Moonbeam trotted ahead on the sand and kicked up the streams of water, whinnying in excitement at his raw lunch … a couple of gifted apples and a garden of lush green Spring grass.

It was awe inspiring waiting on ten princesses at the royal banquet the following day. Crystal glasses filled with pink kombucha clinked and sloshed as the birthday girl was blessed by her friends in honour of her seventh year. Parents happily became waiters and bus boys as we held our breath.  The dining room filled with classical music kept the girls in a dreamlike trance … fully living the dream of a makeover princess party.

With tiaras freshly created perched on their silken heads, they were served fruits and vegetables in all manners of pre-prepared guises. Healthy and enticing raw finger foods interspersed by candlelight and the sweet essence of jasmine ensured that the royal guests were able to choose what they wanted, keeping bellies full for play and leaving little untouched. Round after round of raw delicacies were brought to the table to be devoured. The finale, a cake stand full of simple dried mango strips dipped in raw chocolate, buck-crispy cakes, jellies and pineapple wedges. The parents could hardly believe the attentiveness, the silence and the beauty of the performance. Leaving sugar highs and lows for another day, they took what they needed leaving their parents to swoop in grazing on the left over cake!

Buck-Crispy Cakes

1 cup coconut oil

2/3 cup lucuma

1/4 cup cacao powder

1 1/2 cups activated and dried buckwheat groats

1/2 cup raisins

pinch of himalayan crystal salt

pinch of purple corn extract (optional)

1/ Gently melt the coconut oil

2/ Pop the lucuma and cacao into a large bowl and add the coconut oil. Mix well until smooth

3/ Add the groats and raisins

4/ Spoon into little silicone or paper cup cases and refrigerate

Cram into your mouth and let nostalgia slip into your body.

Sarah Lea

ps/ Children may be overfed with things that make them lose completely their healthy instinct for food, whereas by giving them the proper nourishment, the instinct can be preserved so that they always want what is wholesome for them under the circumstances.” ~Rudolf Steiner