Pumpkin and Cavolo Nero Brown Rice Risotto

Halloween may be over, but my obsession with pumpkins lives on..

As does my obsession with Marty Morrissey. (I'm kidding)

Not so much these carving pumpkins as the smaller, tastier varieties of squash that are used more frequently in cooking or baking. This autumn I've had pumpkin bread, pumpkin muffins, pumpkin energy balls - I even have one roasting in the oven right this moment, destined for a soup bowl later on. 
My favourite squash-based recipe of the season, however, has to be this delicious risotto I made a couple of weeks ago. It's so flavoursome and creamy, but because it's made with brown rice, it's a bit less stodgy than your normal risotto. It is quite time-consuming to make, but it's definitely worth it!
Cavolo nero, a cousin of kale, is black cabbage and has a delicious, slightly sweet flavour that works really well in this dish. 
I bought the squash, cavolo nero, rice and thyme at Temple Bar Food Market, which runs every Saturday morning in Meeting House Square and is well worth taking a visit to some weekend (buy some of the Irish-grown apples - they are amazing)!

An autumnal haul (minus the bananas!)

Ingredients

- 1 squash

- 300g short grain brown rice 

- 1 tray of mushrooms, sliced

- 6 stalks of cavolo nero, 

- 2 shallots, finely chopped

- 3 cloves garlic, finely chopped

- 1.5 L vegetable stock

- 150ml white wine (optional)

- Juice of half a lemon

- 50g vegetarian Gran Moravia, grated (you can leave this out for a vegan risotto!)

- 1 handful chopped fresh thyme 

- A handful of toasted, chopped pecans (optional)

- Salt and pepper

- Olive oil

Method

1. Preheat the oven to 150 degrees. Slice your squash in half and drizzle in olive oil. Roast for around 15-20 mins until soft (depends on size of your squash!). Chop into bite sized pieces.

2. While the squash is roasting, bring a medium saucepan of water to the boil. Add the brown rice and cook for 15 minutes (it won't be fully cooked).

3. Heat 2 tbsp olive oil over a medium heat. Turn the heat down and add the onions and garlic. Fry for 2-3 mins, until softened.

4. Add the mushrooms and cavolo nero and fry for another 3-4 minutes.

5. Add in the rice and stir to coat it. If using the white wine, add it now and simmer, stirring, until the liquid has been absorbed. 

6. Add half a cup of stock and simmer, stirring again, until all the liquid has been absorbed. Continue adding the stock this way until the rice is plump and tender - you may not need to use all of the stock. This will take around 30 minutes.

7. Once the rice is done, add the grated cheese, squash, chopped thyme and lemon juice and stir through. Season with salt and pepper.

8. Before serving, sprinkle some pecans on top. Enjoy! 

Baked Oats

Baked porridge is one of my favourite breakfasts to make on the weekend. It's so warming and delicious - perfect for the cold winter months that are rapidly approaching..

..and by cold, I mean rain.

The riper your banana is, the sweeter and creamier this will be. I like to make mine with cinnamon and maca but you can add whatever you like really! 

Serves 1. I make mine in a small square dish, around 10cm x 10cm!

Ingredients
50g oats
1/2 tsp cinnamon 
1/2 tsp baking powder
120ml almond milk
1 ripe banana (if it's a big banana, reduce milk to 100ml or just use half)
1 egg white

Optional: 1 tsp maca powder, blueberries, frozen raspberries, walnuts

Method
1. Place the oats, cinnamon and baking powder (and maca if you are using it) in a bowl and mix to combine.

2. Pour in the almond milk and leave to soak for 10 mins.

3. Mash the banana. Separate your egg and whisk the white in a small cup.

4. Add the banana and egg white to the oats. Add your extras like fruit or nuts and stir to combine everything.

5. Smooth the top of the mix and bake in a preheated oven at 150 degrees C for 20 mins.

6. Serve with fresh fruit, nut butter, compote, yogurt, granola, cacao nibs - whatever takes your fancy!

With mango and passionfruit greek yogurt, stewed apple and granola

With coconut yogurt, blueberry compote, pomegranate, almond butter and granola

Aubergine, Carrot and Butter Bean Stew

Sometime during my teenage years, I decided that I didn't like potatoes ("OMG no white carbs please"). The odd roastie would make its way on to my plate on Sundays, but any other variety was met with disdain. Unless it was the sweet kind, of course.

Treacherous tubers

But last year, having gradually eased up on the old carb-bashing and living with a true Kerryman (he taught me the way of mashing potatoes with the skins still on. Superb) - potatoes made their way back onto the agenda. And I am thoroughly enjoying this fluffy rediscovery. 

Bringing it right back to Irish childhood dinners with this serving of stew and potatoes, only with a vegetarian twist - less beef, more bean. I followed the method from a similar stew in the Happy Pear cookbook and just made a few adjustments here and there. 

Also delish served with spiced fried potatoes! 

Ingredients
2 aubergines
1 large onion 
3 cloves of garlic
1 sweet potato
400g carrots
4 ripe tomatoes
1 can chopped tomatoes
1 can butter beans
Handful of fresh basil, chopped
1 tsp cumin
1 tsp ground ginger
1/4 tsp chilli flakes
1/4 tsp smoked paprika
1 tbsp tomato puree
1 tbsp honey/agave syrup
Salt and pepper

Method
1. Get all the veg ready! Finely chop the garlic and onion. Chop the aubergines into bite sized chunks. Peel and chop the carrots and sweet potato into bite-sized chunks. Chop your fresh tomatoes.

2. Place 2 tbsp olive oil into a large saucepan over a medium heat. Add the onions and fry gently for 5 minutes over a low to medium heat. 

3. Add the garlic, cumin, chilli flakes and ground ginger. Stir to combine, fry for another 5 mins. You can add a dash of water if things are sticking.

4. Add the carrots, aubergine and sweet potatoes to the pot, along with the smoked paprika. Cover and allow to cook for 10-15 minutes, stirring regularly.

5. Add the chopped fresh tomatoes, can of tomatoes, tomato purée, butter beans and honey to the pan. Sitr to combine. Season generously with salt and pepper. Bring to the boil over a high heat, then reduce heat and simmer for 15 minutes.

6. 5 minutes before serving, add the basil.

7. Serve with boiled potatoes, brown rice or wholewheat couscous :) 

Taking it easy on the Zambezi

It’s not often that you can say you entered into a near-death experience voluntarily – that in fact, you read the disclaimer, thought to yourself, “This sounds highly unsafe”, and then proceeded to sign it anyway. The next thing you know, you’re perched casually in a pool at the edge of the largest waterfall in the world, deafened by the indomitable roar of the plummeting water, nothing but your desperate grip on a frayed rope preventing you from taking the 108 metre plunge that looms only a metre ahead. You’d think, in this situation, that your thoughts would be preoccupied with the immediate threat to your existence – if you had a hand on the magical Weasley clock from the Harry Potter series, it would most definitely be pointing at mortal peril at this moment. Instead, I found myself merely hoping that my bikini top would stay on long enough to get a decent photo. #priorities.

This is one of the more extreme ways to enjoy the wonder that is Victoria Falls. Spanning an impressive 1609 metres, the waterfall, known locally as Mosi oa-Tunya (“the smoke that thunders”), lies on the Zambezi River on its path between the borders of Zambia and Zimbabwe. Another daredevilish sight-seeing option is the bungee jump off Victoria Falls Bridge, where thrill-seekers can hurl themselves 111m down into the gorge below. For those not willing to dangle precariously over the falls or toss themselves off a bridge, the National Park provides a safe, on-land opportunity to view the majestic, mist-making cascade. 

I have to say though – however foolish it may be – not much beats the adrenaline rush in the Angel’s Armchair. This experience is usually offered as a package of the Devil’s Pool and Livingstone Island Tour, but at the time of our visit the Devil’s Pool wasn’t safe for swimming, and so we went to the Angel’s Armchair instead. The tour of the island consisted mainly of squelching around in the mud, wearing some chic flattering green rain ponchos, half-listening to our guide and wondering how much longer it would be until we got into the water. Afterwards, we were rewarded for our reckless behaviour with a very tasty breakfast enjoyed on the island (they even had warm scones. And you know how I feel about scones). 

Ohh yes.

I visited Victoria Falls from the town of Livingstone on the Zambian side, named after the Scottish explorer who discovered the falls in 1855. Having spent the month prior to this working in an isolated hospital in rural Malawi, Livingstone was like NYC to my companions and I. There were shops! Bakeries! Nightclubs! Even a chippers - which, in true Irish style, we were to become well acquainted with on our search for curry cheese chips in the early hours of a Saturday morning..

The infamous Sunset Booze Cruise is a quintessential part of any backpacker’s trip to Livingstone. A boat trip up the Zambezi, a BBQ dinner and an open bar until the sun sets – what more could you want? There’s even the opportunity to spot a sneaky croc or two on the way, if the Zambezi Specials haven’t addled your eyesight too soon. A mixture of vodka, gin and whiskey with a dash of orange juice and some interesting illuminous green liquid, these cocktails focus on delivering the most alcohol possible, at the expense of taste and your stomach lining. Just what was needed to cater to the large amount of Irish students on board. One of our compatriots was on his second Booze Cruise of the week – an NUIG man, wouldn’t you know ;) – and he warned us that when the sun set and the boat turned around, the bar would close. We took note of this, and as we were chatting, we kept watch for the slightest change in the boat’s orientation.

The drinking games began. The gin continued to flow. The sun dipped down to the horizon. The boat began to turn. We flocked to bar en masse.

“Three Zambezi Specials please!” 

“I’m out of gin!”

“Ok, vodka Diet Coke so!”

“I’m out of vodka!”

“Ah, alright whiskey Diet Coke so!”

“…I’m out of Diet Coke!”

“AH JAYSUS GIVE ME ANY SPIRIT AND MIXER YOU’VE GOT!!”

Between 3 people. Oh dear..

A raucous rendition of Boyzone’s “Baby Can I Hold You Tonight” in the downstairs cabin is the last memory many of us have of that evening, before we came to hours later in the afore-mentioned chippers, on a mission to satisfy our carb cravings. My friend had ordered a box of chips, and was given a plastic bag to transport them home in. She took the bag, and, unwatched by the staff, toddled her way to the condiment counter, where, in her Zambezied state, she proceeded to pack the large bottles of ketchup and sweet chilli sauce from the counter into her bag. Nothing we could say could persuade her that this was unnecessary and that she should leave them for the use of other customers. She was adamant that she must bring these delicious relishes back to the hostel with her. Eventually, we came to the compromise that she would take one bottle only, and the sweet chilli sauce was reluctantly exhumed from the bag and left behind. She has since been diagnosed with alcohol-induced kleptomania. :P

We woke up the next morning, the aroma of gin imbuing the air, a lonely ketchup bottle lying on its side on the floor. Victims of the Booze Cruise, merciless at the hands of an open bar, we wallowed in self-pity and tried to piece together the night from looking at our photos. Some questions were answered, some memories recovered, while others – such as, “Whose foot is that?!” – remain a mystery to this day.

Alcohol and chips were not the only luxury our newly beloved metropolis had to offer, however. A slightly more gourmet experience was our Afternoon Tea at the Royal Livingstone Hotel. The Royal Livingstone is a five-star hotel situated on the Zambezi outside of the town, near the head of the Falls. With its marble foyer and rolling grounds casually populated by wild zebra and antelope, it’s not the usual type of establishment frequented by grubby backpackers, but we had heard good things from friends who had been in Livingstone before us. And so we scrubbed the dust from every crack and crevice and donned our finest gear (/only remaining clean clothes that weren’t Africa pants) and headed off to Afternoon Tea.

A traditional singing group serenaded us while we made our wary entrance to the hotel, feeling just a tad out of place as valets delivered BMWs to the door and suitcases larger than our bodies were lugged to and fro. Having subsisted on a diet of rice and beans for four weeks, our bellies were crying out for something a little extravagant – well, we were in the right place. As bountiful as a table at a Hogwarts feast, a lavish spread of cakes, quiches, sandwiches, tarts, petit-fours and scones was laid out before us in a buffet style banquet. 

Wait - buffet?! We panicked. Tea had started half an hour ago, and we assumed that once a certain tray of treats was empty, it would not be refilled. So we grabbed our plates and hastened to fill them with one of almost everything on the buffet, lest we miss out on a single delectable morsel. Some of the other patrons cast amused looks at our loaded plates as we lugged them back to our table. We merely laughed and congratulated ourselves on our impressive hauls. Those fools with only the one egg and watercress sandwich on their paltry platters! How sorry they would be when they realised they’d missed out on the last of the strawberry tartlets. And smugly, we sat back and scoffed down.

Moments later, the doors to the kitchen swung open, and a host of polished waiters appeared, pushing trolleys of food to refill the trays that had been so brutally ransacked by the invading Irish. The strawberry tartlets were replenished. The egg and watercress sandwiches were overflowing. We exchanged sheepish looks. And wondered if it would be acceptable to go and get one of those new chocolate pastries that had appeared..

A few hours later, when the pain in our stomachs had finally subsided, we sat by the river, sipping cocktails and watching the sun on its diminuendo colour the coursing waters coral. There is a quote by Ernest Hemingway written on a wall in the dining room of the Royal Livingstone; “I never knew of a morning in Africa when I woke that I was not happy”. And we agreed that, even on the gin-scented mornings, even on the days that dawned on dozens of new mosquito bites, our time in Livingstone – and indeed, our trip as a whole – was the very same. 

Cinnamon Buckwheat Pecan Granola

Granola is one of life's simple pleasures. From the smell that fills the kitchen when it's cooking, to the cacophony of crunches as you eat it, to the heavenly taste of toasted titbits, it's a treat to every sense in the body - and it's so simple to make too. 
Of course, it's a danger to have around my house, seeing as my father appears to be a descendant of this little guy:

Unfortunately, ordinary almonds are not as evasive as Scrat's adored acorn, and the nut count of my granola tends to diminish at a disproportionate rate. Leaving it to cool is the most treacherous part of the process. No nut is safe. I'm even considering calling in Rodent Control to help me contain this problem. 

This is my favourite recipe at the moment - I love the texture added by the buckwheat and I'm a tad obsessed with wrinkly ole pecans. Feel free to use whatever nuts you like though - cashews and walnuts also taste great in this recipe!

Ingredients
300g oats (use gluten-free ones if you wish)
150g buckwheat groats
50g desiccated coconut
100g pecans
100g whole almonds
100g flaked almonds
100g pumpkin and sunflower seeds
2 tsp cinnamon
4 tbsp coconut oil
4 tbsp honey/maple syrup
1 tsp vanilla extract
100g cranberries or sultanas
50g goji berries

Method
1. Put the oats, buckwheat, coconut, nuts, seeds and cinnamon in a large mixing bowl and mix together.

2. Melt the coconut oil and honey together in the microwave. Add to the mixing bowl along with the vanilla extract and mix well.

3. Spread the granola on a baking tray and bake at 150 degrees for 15-20 minutes, turning regularly to ensure it toasts evenly.

4. Remove from oven and add the cranberries and goji berries. Allow to cool (under a watchful eye, if you too have a Scrat infestation in your house ;) )

Enjoy for breakfast with banana and almond milk, as a mid-day snack or even as dessert with some fruit, cacao nibs and coconut yogurt :) 

fal-Awfully Good Falafels

Adored by vegetarians and meat-eaters alike, falafels are tasty, cheap and relatively healthy - and surprisingly quick and easy to make! I've been wanting to make my own for a long time, and finally got around to it last weekend. I decided to try baked falafels for a healthier take on the traditional fried version, and the results were just as delicious. 

Ironically, the first time I tasted falafel was in Thailand of all places, and I ended up with a nasty vomiting bug on a 4 hour bus journey later that day. Delightful. However, I was not deterred. And neither should you be. Go on - ditch the chicken and make these cheeky chickpea nuggets tonight instead ;)

Baked Falafels

Makes 8-10 falafels, depending on how large you make them!
Suitable for vegetarians and vegans. Dairy free and easily adaptable to be gluten free.

Ingredients
1 400g can of chickpeas, drained and rinsed
1 small onion, finely chopped
2 cloves of garlic, finely chopped
1 1/2 tsp ground cumin
1/2 tsp chilli powder
2 tbsp plain flour/ground almonds for gluten free option
2 1/2 tbsp lemon juice
1 bunch of fresh coriander, washed and chopped
a good pinch each of salt and pepper
sesame seeds 
oil of your choice (I use rapeseed)

Method
1. Preheat the oven to 200 degrees Celsius.

2. Place 1 tbsp of oil in a non-stick pan over a medium heat. When the oil has warmed, add the chopped onion and garlic, 1 tsp of the cumin and the chilli powder. Fry for 3-4 minutes until the onions have softened.

3. Place the chickpeas, lemon juice, coriander, salt, pepper and remaining cumin into a food processor. Add the fried onion and garlic. 

4. Mix to combine. Taste the mixture and add more seasoning if you wish. 

5. Transfer to a mixing bowl and add the flour/ground almonds. Combine with your hand to form a dough. 

6. Use your hands to form small balls of the mixture. 

7. Pour some sesame seeds on to a plate. Roll your falafel balls in the seeds to coat.

8. Place the falafels on a foil-lined baking tray and place into the fridge for 15 minutes to firm up. 

9. Remove from fridge and drizzle with 1 tbsp of oil. Bake for 20 minutes, turning occasionally.

Wasn't that (Leban)easy?! :P

To serve:
Cous cous salad - cous cous is really versatile and you can add so many things to it to liven it up. I like to cook the cous cous in vegetable stock and mix through some pomegranate seeds, chopped toasted almonds/pine nuts, feta and fresh coriander. 
Hummus (lashings of it)
Warm wholemeal pitta breads
Lettuce
Tomatoes

Pear and Almond Buckwheat Scones

If you think this sounds familiar, you're right - the first recipe I posted to this blog was one for pear scones. It's a favourite scone flavour of mine (then again, every scone flavour is my favourite. #sconelife) 

Here, I've adapted the recipe to make a gluten-free version with buckwheat flour, simply because I felt like experimenting and I'm always interested in trying different varieties of scones. Buckwheat flour is really fine, so be careful when adding the liquid - don't add it all in one go or things will get very sticky very quickly (ahem).

Pear and Almond Buckwheat Scones

Ingredients

2 and 1/2 cups buckwheat flour

1/2 cup ground almonds

50g caster sugar

1 tsp baking powder

pinch of salt

100g butter (I use Flora)

1 tsp vanilla extract

1 egg 

100ml buttermilk

2 ripe pears, peeled, cored and chopped

flaked almonds to top

Method

1. Preheat your oven to 220 degrees (200 degrees fan oven). Allow the oven to heat up fully - this helps the scones to rise. Sprinkle some flour on a baking tray. 

2. Mix the buckwheat flour, ground almonds, sugar, baking powder and salt in a large mixing bowl. 

3. Add the butter and, using your fingertips, rub it into the flour mixture until it resembles dry breadcrumbs. Try not to handle it too much. 

4. Crack the egg into a mixing jug and beat with a fork. Add the buttermilk up to the 120 ml mark.

5. Pour about 2/3s of this into your dry ingredients. Add the vanilla extract and the chopped pears.

6. Bring the mix together with your hand. You can add more of the liquid as you need it, but keep a little bit to use as a glaze at the end. 

7. Turn the mixture out onto a floured surface and roll it out to a 4-5cm thickness. Using a scone cutter, cut out your scones and place them on to the baking tray.

8. Brush the tops of the scones with your left-over egg mix and sprinkle some flaked almonds on top. 

9. Bake for 15-20 minutes, until golden-brown. 

10. Smother with jam and pair with tea. Amen. 

Avast, ye of avid apathy!

The 45th World Earth Day took place on Wednesday of this week, with this year’s theme “It’s Our Turn To Lead” encouraging people ahead of the Climate Change Summit in Paris to “redefine progress” and lead in the combat against climate change at a community level. My Instagram feed was full of photos of picturesque places around the world, with the captions commenting mainly on the beauty of nature and wishing all a #happyearthday. This was great to see – it truly is a breath-taking place, this world of ours, and we ought to stop and appreciate it more. I shared a similar photo myself. But as I did, I felt a pang of guilt. I recalled the words of Meghan Markle, speaking at the One Young World conference in Dublin last October about the “Bring Back Our Girls” photo campaign that began in response to the kidnapping of over 270 Nigerian school girls by Boko Haram in April 2014. Without criticising the campaign, she made the point that it’s all too easy for us these days to jump onto social media, share a photo or a video and then feel like we’ve done our part to help that cause. As I flicked through those photos, I wondered how many of those sharing them had heard of, read or signed the Earth Statement that launched that same day (http://earthstatement.org/), or whether many would feel that they had played a role in Earth Day just by sharing a photo. I’m not casting judgement on anyone – I’ve certainly been guilty of doing the same in the past – but this day, like John Cage faced with a life predicament, I was troubled.

As some of you may know, a couple of months ago I reverted back to an old habit of mine – vegetarianism. Not for health reasons, as you might assume - #eatclean #cleanliving #instahun - but because I’d been reading a lot about how reducing your meat intake vastly reduces your carbon footprint. I’ve always had some sort of an environmental conscience. I recycle. I walk when I can. I wash my clothes at 30 degrees. But I’ve been doing these things just because I know I should be. Global warming, and the ice caps melting, and all that jazz. Global warming is a bit like the wooden spoon of the Irish childhood. We’re cautioned that if we don’t stop what we are doing this instant, it will materialize and we shall suffer its wrath – but yet, we never actually see it, it’s not fully tangible, and therefore we question whether it really exists. I didn’t really believe in those seemingly insignificant actions, nor in the difference that they could make. It is only this year that the message about global warming, and our individual culpability and responsibility, hit home for me.

This is predominantly attributable to the monthly delivery of my subscription to the National Geographic, a birthday gift from an astute amigo of mine. This magazine is fantastic. I have learned more about the world from reading it over the past 6 months than I have over the last four years of college. I also took advantage of some great events that took place throughout this college year; the One Young World conference, as mentioned above, and smaller events organised by Trinity societies like Law Soc, TCD Environmental Society and Global Development Society, such as a panel discussion on Climate Justice and a talk from leader of the UN World Food Programme, Ertharin Cousins. The net result of all of this was the activation of my antennae of atmospheric awareness. Things are bad. Things do need to change. And we do need to act on an individual level. One of the ways I felt that I could improve my own carbon footprint was to become a vegetarian again. These are some pretty convincing results to be fair:

From the National Geographic, obvs.

I’m not going to sit here and preach facts about climate change to you – I probably can’t tell you anything you haven’t heard already, and besides I know from experience that it takes more than reading a few statistics to inspire people to action. The point I really want to make is that we are window-shopping our way through life’s calamities and injustices. We see a cause, maybe we’re slightly moved by it, or maybe we think it’s absolutely awful – but most of the time, that’s as far as it goes. We might write a status on it. We might share a photo. Yes, this raises awareness and that’s always great – but are we doing it purely because we care or in part because it alleviates the guilt we feel that we aren’t doing anything more? I am sick to the teeth with myself for feeling passionately about something and yet doing nothing proactive about it, except ruminating on it from time to time. Apathy is an affliction I am choosing to elude from now on.

As great as it would be if we all became vegetarians, I’m not going to come around snatching burgers out of your hands and stuffing my aubergines down your throat (unless I make a really good moussaka. Then y’all gonna want me to put that in your mouths). But if you have a passion about something, please – do something about it. Our mothers told us to pick our battles, but they left out the second half of the sentence. Pick your battles - and fight them. Whether it’s the environment, animal rights, refugees in Syria, the plight of the endangered Yangtze finless porpoise, whatever your passion may be – just don’t be the person left wishing they had done something more. 

Cmon, who wouldn't want to fight for this guy? He's fecking adorable.

Wholemeal Oat Banana Bread

If the thought of a warm slice of banana bread and a cup of tea doesn't summon saliva to your mouth or make your stomach dance with desire, then you should probably get that checked out. :P

Banana bread is a much-loved tea time treat, and is often viewed as a healthy opinion (eh, it's got fruit in it like, so obviously it's not bad for you? Obviously.). This can be the case, but some recipes do contain a lot of sugar and butter - so this is my version of a healthier banana bread, which is sugar and butter-free. If you want to make it vegan, omit the egg and reduce the flour to one cup, and substitute the honey for agave syrup. 
It won't rise as much as a regular loaf of banana bread, but it's got a really nice texture due to the oats and dessicated coconut (which I am currently having trouble leaving out of any recipe I make. Scones? Chuck it in. Cookies? Chuck it in. Thai curry? Sprinkle a bit on top. Shepherd's pie? Must..not..reach for coconut...)

So quit monkeying about, and whip up a loaf of this pure joy :)

Ingredients

1 1/2 cup flour - I use wholemeal or spelt
1 cup oats
1 heaped tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp baking soda
1/2 cup dessicated coconut
2 tsp cinnamon
1 egg
1/3 cup honey (or agave)
3 tablespoons coconut oil
1 tsp vanilla extract
4 ripe bananas, mashed
Pumpkin or sunflower seeds to sprinkle on top
Optional - walnuts, dark chocolate chips, raisins


Method

1. Line a loaf tin with baking paper. Preheat your oven to 150 degree C. 

2. Place flour, oats, baking powder, baking soda, dessicated coconut and cinnamon into a large mixing bowl and mix together.

3. Place the coconut oil in a bowl with the honey and vanilla extract and melt in the microwave on a low heat, stirring regularly.

4. Add this, along with the mashed bananas and egg, to the dry ingredients and stir together until fully combined. If using any of the optional ingredients, stir them in once the mix is combined.

5. Pour into your loaf tin. Smooth the top with the back of a tablespoon and sprinkle some your seeds on top, pressing them in lightly to make sure they stick.

6. Bake for 50-55 mins or until a knife inserted into the centre comes out clean.

7. Enjoy! :) This tastes delicious with almond butter on top, or serve with some yogurt and berries as a healthy after-dinner treat. If you are worried about it going stale, slice half the loaf and freeze it. You can just take slices out as you want them and pop them in the toaster!

Berlin in brief

Christmas 2014.
The first time since coming to university that I didn't have Christmas exams, meaning that I could enjoy the run up to the holidays properly for a change. My housemates and I were in full Christmas mode. Fairy lights bedecked our living room, Hark Hear the Bells became our apartment anthem and Christmas jumpers were daily attire. But despite the spirit of the holidays flourishing inside our flat, something was missing outside..
Let's face it - the Christmas markets in Ireland are rather disappointing. The Docklands Festival was the best offering in recent years, but it was overpriced and lacking in atmosphere. The arrival of a host of wooden huts at St Stephen's Green last Christmas got my hopes up - a much better location and stalls that were actually festively decorated. Four hotdog stands and a Wok 'n' Roll later, my hopes were quenched. My Yuletide yearnings remained unsatisfied. 

The solution to my problem was clear - to get that Christmas kick I so craved, I'd have to travel to the motherland of the Christmas market - Germany. Berlin was a city I'd long wanted to visit, ever since I'd missed it on my inter-railing trip around East Europe four years ago. My boyfriend - although attracted more by the prospect of well-stocked record stores than mulled wine - had a similar desire, and so in the first week of our Christmas holidays, off we went to Berlin.

The markets did not disappoint. They were fabulous, from the lights, the stalls, the produce and the sheer amount of them - we visited three different ones, each far beyond anything we've had here in Dublin, and still there were plenty we didn't make it to. 
We drank mulled wine. We ate roast chestnuts. We zoomed down an icy hill on a rubber tire. 

The Christmas market at Gendarmenmarkt.

Delectable goodies on all sides..

 ..none more delectable than the Gluhwein, of course ;)

I'd have been satisfied by just visiting these markets and heading back to Ireland with a box of Vanillekipferl and my souvenir Gluhwein mug in tow. But Berlin has so much more to offer, and so we dragged ourselves away from the Christmas markets long enough to take in some of the other tourist attractions too.

I would highly recommend a visit to the Reichstag Dome. Set on the roof of the parlimentary buildings, you get a fantastic view across the city, and the Dome itself is spectacular. It requires booking in advance, but it's free (we love free things) and you get an audio guide to listen to as you walk in a spiral up the side of the Dome. The officials are a tad scary though. Eye contact discouraged.

We took in a 3 hour walking tour on our first day, which unfortunately also happened to be the coldest day of our trip (an emergency pit stop in H&M for wooly socks and gloves had to be made). There are all sorts of tours you can do, but we opted for the classic historical one with Sandeman's. This is also advertised as free, but really you're expected to give a donation of around €10, which is actually very reasonable given the length of the tour and the knowledge of the guides. The tour is not the most aesthetically pleasing, but it's extremely interesting and a great way to get an overview of the history of the city.

Pariser Platz, with Brandenburg Gate in the background

The Jewish Holocaust Memorial

Remnants of the Berlin Wall

We also visited the East Side Gallery, where the remains of the Wall are far more cheerful than those pictured above, and Museum Island, where a student ticket costs just €9 and gets you entry to four amazing museums. 

A section of the artwork at the East Side Gallery.

Renoir - Summertime at Alte Nationalgalerie

Sarcophagi at Neues Museum

Carved lions at the Pergamonmuseum

Of course, I couldn't do this post without talking about the food. Berlin is brimming with excellent restaurants and street food markets - but I think I'll let the photos do the talking here ;) There are some great Berlin food blogs you can consult if you need inspiration or want to find a particular type of cuisine - try Foodie Berlin and Berlin Food Stories.

Taiwanese bao and Berlin Balls at Street Food Thursday in Markthalle Neun, which boasts an impressive array of food stalls, each more delectable than the last. Decision-making at its most challenging.

Vietnamese pho at District Mot in Mitte

Baked pumpkin and potato with cranberry cream cheese at Neue Heimat 

Chocolate schnecke from Zeit Fur Brot

Brunch at Barcomi's Deli

No trip away would be complete without finding a scone and soy cappuccino..

I like to sample the local cuisine whenever I travel. But I'm going to be honest with you here - I'm not the biggest fan of sausage.

Now now, stop that, you dirty-minded divils. ;)
I'm not the type to wake up after a night on the Morgans and crave a dirty sausie sambo. Superquinn never won me over with their celebrated cylindrical sizzlers. 
But there's something about a juicy Berlin bratwurst that beggars belief..

Succulent, delicately spiced, served on fresh bread rolls to a pair of very cold, hungry Irish tourists.. It was sensational. It's not something that I would eat every day (certainly not now that I've gone vegetarian :P), but I couldn't go to Berlin and not sample this traditional cuisine.

In the same way, I felt I couldn't go to Berlin and not sample the traditional nightlife. Those of you who are into the dance scene will be aware that Berlin is revered as the current techno capital of the world. It's home to some world-famous clubs like Berghain and Tresor, where top techno DJs like Ben Klock and Marcel Dettman are residents and which are notorious for their strict door policy. Tips for getting in include: Don't speak in the line. Don't be too drunk. Don't go up in a group with more than 2 boys. Don't be a tourist. Not a lot to ask now, is it?
We were there mid-week, meaning most clubs were shut until the weekend, but Tale Of Us were playing in one of the large clubs, Watergate, on the Wednesday night. We decided to chance our arms at getting in. Sure, two pale, ginger(ish) Irish people, with a bottle of wine downed on the U-Bahn and not a word of German between them - what could go wrong?
We joined the queue around midnight, watching nervously as some people walked back down the line looking dejected. We made friends with the toothless homeless man wobbling up and down the queue in search of alcohol. We practised saying "Ich spreche kein Deutsch". We shared some vodka with the alt-looking Slovenian pair behind us in the queue (until the homeless man caught wind of it and that was the end of that). And finally, around 12.45, we were at the door. Lines prepared, IDs in hand, expecting but dreading rejection... 

Hours of stomping techno later, we emerged into the early-morning light, shells of our former selves. Inside, the music thumped on, the fists pumped on, but we weary travellers slumped on home. Watergate had defeated us, but what a glorious battle it had been..

So inconspicuous..

Berlin may not be as warm or welcoming as some other European cities in terms of its climate, its people and its architecture, but it more than makes up for it with its history, its diversity and its arts and culture (yes, techno counts under culture). Normally after I visit a new city, I don't intend to return in the near future - I'm on a world mission, you know. That Scratch Map ain't gonna scratch itself ;) - but Berlin is an exception to that rule. I'd gladly return at the next opportunity that arose - plus a few extra pairs of socks and minus any notions of vegetarianism ;)