The Tale of the Dirty Little Secret

Once upon a time there was a Little Princess Chef who searched but had never found love. She had an idea of what love could be like, because she was madly in love with her food. Spending hours in the kitchen, the Little Princess Chef created what she believed nourished and loved her, giving her health and joy. One day, on a cold winter night when the snow fell like feathers, the Little Princess Chef noticed there had been a note of interest nailed to her front wooden door from a man we’ll call, the Intellect. Flattered by his note, the Little Princess Chef scurried back inside the Estrogen Den where she lived with three step sisters just to read it once more. Soon enough they found themselves writing back and forth in secret. If anyone in town were to find out, the Intellect would be banished and the little Princess Chef’s name dragged through the mud. But they couldn’t resist one another. All these feelings made her wonder, could a secret relationship surive? Could they make it through despite their dirty little secret? 

As the Little Princess Chef spent time with Intellect she learned several things about him. Though appearing to lack expression, he was very affectionate. In addition, he was thoughtful. Sending a messenger to her work, the Little Princess Chef would be delighted to receive handmade gifts. And unlike the other men in her past, the Intellect cleaned the dishes. He was passionate, intense and made her feel like no other. It seemed like the perfect match.

However, unfortunately, the Intellect lacked a couple of things. Having no connection to food, he ate stones and dirt. This didn’t mean he didn’t like her food, in fact, he loved it. He simply never had anyone feed his soul like she took the time to do. Lastly the Intellect had a weak heart. Being unhappy for so long, the Intellect buried his head in countless books and shut the whole world off believing that his work would fulfill him. Slowly, through food and love, his heart became stronger and the Intellect became full of light. Even others around him began to take notice of this change. 

Their budding love was hopeful, however painfully enough, the secret remained locked. They would spend countless hours in her den passing by her three step sisters more frequently. Tension began to grow in the Estrogen Den as one step sister with piercing eyes began to become annoyed with his presence. Things grew increasingly difficult and life seemed to almost want to pull them a part.

The Little Princess Chef became irritated several times as she was not one to lie. She developed a plum pit in her throat where the lie had lodged itself. It became even harder when she realized…

…she was in love.

In complete anxiety over this revelation one frosty morning, she began to cook a breakfast fit for a Princess. She needed to soothe her emotional, frazzled state into the feeling of love she knew and trusted for years…her food.

RED QUINOA & JOB’S TEARS BERRY COCO LOVE

1 cup cooked red quinoa
1/4 cup cooked job’s tears
3/4 cup unsweetened almond milk
1/4 cup coconut flakes
Small handful pumpkin seeds
Small handful of organic blueberries
4 organic blackberies
1 tsp cinammon
1 tsp bee pollen
1 tsp raw honey (or to taste) 

Side Note:
When prepping this ahead of time, make sure to cook it just like rice, but with 1 cup quinoa to 1 1/2 cups water. Once cooked set aside for the addition of the Job’s Tear creamy milk.

When prepping the Job’s Tears, make sure to remove all hulls and rinse thoroughly. Add 1/4 cup Job’s Tears to 1 cup (or more) of water. Bring to a roaring boil and turn down to medium low covered until cooked thoroughly.

Assembly
1) Add cooked Job’s Tears to a mini blender with almond milk and cinammon. Blend Add more water for a creamy milk consistency if still too thick.
2) Stir in Job’s Tears milk to a pot with the red quinoa for a creamy porridge.
3) Combine coconut flakes and pumpkin seeds and toast.
4) Put porridge in a bowl and top with toasted coconut flakes, pumpkin seeds, blueberries and blackberries. Drizzle with honey and top with bee pollen.

Enjoy.

A mother grain to the Incas, quinoa endured in remote locations. It flourishes under the toughest of ecological conditions including poor soil, frost, drought, thin cold air, hot sun and high altitude. Despite popular belief, quinoa is not a true cereal grain even though it is used as one. It is a seed and when cooked, it unleashes its wispy germ.

This wonderful little grain wasn’t complete without the little help of Job’s Tears marvelously blended into a creamy milk. Somehow even despite its creamy texture, this grain as mentioned in previous posts helps to pull out dampness being a major factor in everything from candida, reproductive issues to cancer.

Lastly a new little ingredient that the Little Princess Chef recently began toying with was bee pollen. Considered a superfood, this ingredient is the main source of food for the honeybees, consisting of honey and pollens, gathered by the worker bees. So since the society that the Little Princess Chef lived in was malnourished, but she knew she needed to eat to stay strong. Bee pollen nourished her, helped to build blood and energized her. After her runs, this was a breakfast favourite because she knew that quinoa was a complete protein and also that bee pollen is made up of approximately 40% protein.

So now in her little frazzled state, she needed to be strong, think this through and whether she was going to stay and bear out the dirty little secret or do what she did best…

…run.

Then she began to think about it a little more…and this time with her heart – a scary place for her to be. She loved his passion and admired his intensity. And although she was taller, she knew that he was confident enough to stand tall despite the extra 3″ of strappy love she’d slip on her feet. So despite all reservations, the Little Princess Chef threw caution to the wind and pushed on with the Intellect.

As their situation became increasingly difficult, they needed a way out and be free from everyone. Coincidentally enough, the Intellect and the Little Princess Chef shared the same nomadic ways which to some degree was suppressed over the last several years. So one night with full bellies and drunken love kisses stained in wine, they knew that the only way to be together was to escape the confines of their dirty little secret and…

…run.

To be continued…