Last night I watched the full length film of Hungry for Change. I found it through following BoredMommy’s blog. Here’s the trailer for it. Disclaimer: I have not been paid to share this with you. I just really enjoyed it and wanted to pass it along.
I thought I knew a lot about nutrition, as I already avoid so many of the things in the film that are deemed unhealthy. What I didn’t know, and what surprised me the most, was the part about MSG and it’s 50-something different names. Companies put chemicals in processed food that creates addiction in us. This might explain my addiction to SmartFood – I imagine that stuff is covered in chemicals that are making me fat.
This film has changed the way I look at food. I can’t wait to try some new recipes. I’m not sure I’ll invest in a juicer, since I already have a decent blender – but I did make this amazing smoothie this morning.
Want the recipe?
Here’s what you chuck in a blender:
- 1 tablespoon Chia seeds that have soaked in 4 oz water for a few minutes
- a great big handful of baby spinach
- a whole avocado
- smaller handful of cilantro or parsley (I used cilantro)
- 4 tablespoons hemp hearts
- 1 tablespoon flax seeds
- the juice of one lime
- ice and additional water until it’s as thick or thin as you want it
You could alter this any which way you want. The avocado, cilantro, and lime make it taste really smooth and yummy, and you don’t taste the spinach (at least I don’t).
Mix all of the above together with electric beater.
Pour into Bundt Pan.
Bake 1 hour @ 325 degrees.
Let stand in pan for 1 hour.
In a small pot, boil 1/2 cup butter, 1/2 cup sugar 1/2 cup coffee on medium heat for about 8 minutes. Remove from heat. Add 1/4 cup Kaluha. Pour over cake and let stand in pan another hour.
This is a family recipe we inherited from really good friends. I will be making it December 24th so when I do, I’ll take a picture and post it here. I do not own a Bundt Pan, so I’m going to bake a square cake and reduce the bake time.
Up here in Canada, at the Loblaws stores, we have a line of products that are store brand called President’s Choice. The PC Products are usually damn good, especially the appetizer-type stuff from a box that gets thrown in the oven, like mini-quiches and some other stuff wrapped in filo pastry that tastes like heaven just because it’s wrapped in filo which is made by angels. Anyway, this line of foods extends through breakfast cereals, ice cream, anything.
You name it, President’s Choice makes it — and PC products are taking over. Ask any Canadian at their next Christmas party and they’ll be all:
“Yeah, meatballs, BBQ sauce and grape jelly, in the crock pot, on low all day? All President’s Choice eh? Yeah eh, they have the best products eh? And you can’t beat the price eh? Oh yeah man, I picked up that table and recliner over there at the Loblaws too. Yup, that snowman as well. He was on sale eh? Can’t beat that President’s Choice!“
Seriously, we talk like that eh?
Part of the President’s Choice line up is a series of sauces and marinades called “Memories Of…(insert someplace here). Like there’s the Memories of Singapore Marinade that is a fruity passion fruit chicken marinade that I personally will never buy again because it was too strong but definitely has it’s place in the line up if they ever start target marketing bees. I’m pretty sure that sauce could fill a greenhouse of honeycombs or whatever bees do with pollen besides make people bitch about spring and their noses and complain complain COMPLAIN — why don’t you just go be on Grey’s Anatomy? God I hate that whiny show.
So the sauces – there’s Memories of Mom’s Kitchen and my favorite: Memories of Szechwan Spicy Peanut Satay Sauce. YUM. Tons more too eh? You ought to come up here and buy some since your dollar isn’t worth much anymore. The sauces sell 2 for $5 a lot of the time and that’s when everyone tries new ones. The funny thing is, every time they go on sale like that, I think, “I swear those things are normally $2.49,” and then I chuck 4 in my cart — 3 of them being that peanut sauce.
On a whim, I thought that I should play a little in Corel Paint Shop Pro (yeah, the President’s Choice version of Photoshop, lemme tell ya) and give you President’s Choice Memories of Life sauces:
Memories of Infancy: nothing like the taste of breast milk and saliva covered fingers to bring back those memories. Fill your pants and you’ll be basking in the glory that was infancy. Course you’ll also be basking in a pant load of shit, but really? That’s your problem. President’s Choice also makes detergent but you’re own your own, shitpants.
Memories of Preschool: Ahhh the sweet smell of PlayDoh and finger paint. Remember the days before nut allergies and lead? Remember a time when you could hug your teacher without getting suspended? Remember lifting your jumper so little Billy and Steven could see your ‘kiki’ and then they showed you their weiners?
Never mind that last part — I blame my parents for all my problems. Hold me.
Memories of Grade Two: Billy and Steven got transferred and you’re all about girl jeans now anyway. Skirts are for babies, and this lovely aroma of library carpet and erasers is enough to set you back 2232 42 years to Grade Two (not 2nd grade, Americanos!) where girls have cooties and boys are stupid.
Memories of College: Sure, high school was a pot-filled blur of skipping class to head to the mall and bum smokes, and getting drunk and high behind the church. That’s why we didn’t make a sauce for that: BORING!
In college, we felt ALIVE! We owned a bong or five! Binge drinking, random sex and toga parties made us feel spicy and wrong but oh. so. right. Enjoy this puke and beer sauce at your next kegger or on your microwaved Kraft Dinner in college residence after the bars close.
Memories of Parenting: More sophisticated and spicy than our College sauce, and again with the puke and beer — but the puke is straight from the mouths of babes you can’t afford and the beer is so you can sleep at night rather than lying awake, drowning in your sea of guilt for how much you are screwing up your kids. And you ARE screwing up your kids, trust me.
President’s Choice really is in every household.
What sauces would you add?
*If you are here from the lovely President’s Choice company, I love you and want to have saucy little babies with you. Don’t sue me, eh?
