I love me some good ol’ Peppermint.
He is refreshing and uplifting, great for digestion, and makes an epic husband for Cacao (see recipe below for proof!).
Did you know that Peppermint is a hybrid of Watermelon and Spearmint? Say what?!
I could bore you with the history of mint but I know what you came here for so here are the top 5 ways I use Peppermint in my home daily:
I made this Raw Choc Orange Cheesecake originally for my Mums 60th last July, but in true #mummybrain style I was too disorganized (and rather disheveled) to get any pictures of the Beautiful square chocolate and orange slab covered in raw brownie bliss balls, drizzled with dark chocolate and fresh orange segments– devo.
So it’s taken me this long to publish the recipe despite being hounded (lovingly hounded) to make it again and take some pics, because I mean seriously, who wants to try making something themselves when there is no pretty pic to inspire them?!
While the texture is worlds apart from that of Jaffas, I couldn’t help but be instantly transported back in time to a ten year old sitting in a movie cinema (probably watching TMNT!) when I taste tested this dessert….
I heard a really great saying recently…
“You only have one arse, don’t try to ride two horses”.
Is this appropriate to your life right now? It is so fricken appropriate to mine.
Over the last few months I’ve had my finger in too many pies, too many balls up in the air, and to be honest I knew I should pick one or two (or three or four) to let drop…but part of me didn’t want to. It made me feel like I had ‘recovered’, that I was now ‘capable’ of taking on the multi-layered life that I thrived on pre-children.
I was always studying, working, training, and at one stage in my final semester (the bloody hardest) in my Nutrition degree I also completed my Massage Qualifications which was on campus 30kms away from my uni campus and I was doing prac at both! Annnnnd I was working part time!
And yet right now, now that I have finally sat my arse firmly on one horse I have never felt so ambitious in my life, never felt so inspired and moved to action, and absolutely never felt so damn calm about the chaos…
Of all our 5 senses, smell is one I love the most.
The sweet scent of a blooming flower, freshly cut grass, salty beach air, sunscreen, and spices like cinnamon, clove, and pinecones at Christmas time… they are all fast to elicit warming memories and the nostalgia of a happy fun childhood running around barefoot and free.
Recently I have been basking in this kind of Bliss… eating Bliss… consuming Bliss… lathering Bliss all over my body, I have found something which makes me wildly happy and passionate…just like running barefoot and free.
I have found a new way to support myself emotionally, and a way to practice intentional self care Every.Single.Day.
One thing I have realized in my journey north from rock bottom is that…
I’ve had a few happy accidents lately.
My second baby, while I guess not really an accident per se was definitely a surprise, and then there are these deliciously crisp, morish No-Bake chocolate surprise cookies.
I set out to make my own Almond Butter a few weeks ago…and bizarrely these are what I ended up with.
Somehow I managed to overthink the process of ‘chuck almonds into thermomix and blend on high speed until smooth almond butter appears’…
I’ve mentioned before my seriously unhealthy addiction to peanut butter and chocolate, but this tart takes it to a whole new level.
And I’m not going to lie and fluff it up, while this decadent dessert makes use of beautiful healthful ingredients like Virgin Coconut Oil, Raw Cacao, Pure Maple Syrup and Medjool dates and is a MUCH better alternative to the processed sugar laden, vegetable oil (or even worse palm oil) filled, gross store bought cake, I want to make a point of saying that it is still a DECADENT dessert which should be enjoyed in moderation…
Have you ever thought I wish I was as beautiful as her?
Her life looks perfect.
Beautiful happy kids, check.
Gorgeous husband, check.
Their marriage looks perfect, they always look so in love in all of their Instagram photos, I’ll bet they never fight.
Oh AND she is AMAZING at yoga. She makes everything looks so flawless, even headstands.
GET. REAL. WOMAN!
This virtual world that we so easily buy into nowadays is so faaaaaaar from reality and today I want to share a few things to highlight the realness of that message…
I’m pretty new to the whole Mumpreneurial biznizel.
I am most definitely a little fish in a big pond, but I have never felt less intimidated and more at home in my life. I never knew a world existed where women built each other up and shared their ‘secret weapons’ with one another without fear of being ‘overtaken’ by another woman or fear of someone else looking smarter, or more popular, or more successful.
It’s an amazing culture.
One I am so excited to have found.
I used to always joke that I was going to be the perpetual student. Arrrgh, the amount of courses I’ve done, to just get qualified, and then think, well if I did this other course to add to my skillset…
Argh, stress is so stressful.
I mean, Dah, but seriously it’s a snowball effect…the more stress you’re under the more you stress about being stressed.
For me it’s super unproductive, and this last week I’ve had to step away from my main stress…this blog (insert long slow sad sigh).
I started this blog to heal…to give me a creative outlet, to give me a gentle nudge to find more things that bring me bliss, and lately I have found my stomach in knots stressing about my ever expanding to-do-list that this very blog has given me.
Truth be told, it’s not the blogs fault…
My mum and I have had a somewhat disjointed relationship.
Growing up with my dad and spending a lot of time apart from mum, it was easy to fantasise about the relationship I thought we should have, and about the type of mother she should be.
And being a typical kid, it was easy to get disappointed when said fantasy didn’t play out the way I expected, or wanted.
I wanted the mum you saw on TV shows, the one that spent the day while we were at school baking and had afternoon tea on the table for us when we ran in the door, the one that spent her weekends completely present with and focused on us, the one who always laughed and never cried…not the one who rode a Harley, drank beer, and listened to country music….