Cashew and Date Truffles


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Considering the fact that the two main ingredients of these truffles are not very likely to be in the upper half of your list of favourite ingredients for sweets, I tried my best to find a fancy name. Unfortunately, the name still sounds about a hundred times worse than the taste.

The idea for this recipe comes from my aunt’s friend and I adapted it to make it as simple and foolproof as possible. When I lived in London, I often visited my family and my aunt kept telling me about these truffles her friend makes. Apparently they only contained dates, cashews, cocoa, some coconut and hemp powder. And they tasted so good. I was more than sceptical, because first of all, I am not the biggest fan of cashews and although I like dates, I couldn’t imagine how a combination of cashews and dates could possibly be so good that my aunt would repeatedly wax lyrical about them.

So it turned out they are addictive. And I mean it. I’m not sure how often you find the words healthy and addictive in one sentence. Not very often, I suppose.

Cashew and dates

You can substitute the nuts for any other kind of nuts, add chia seeds and some water, coconut, any flavour or zest… whatever really. 

Makes about 25 truffles

  • 100 g cashew nuts
  • 50 g walnuts
  • 75 g fresh dates (if using dried dates, soak for about an hour, or better overnight)
  • 1 tbsp cocoa powder plus more for dusting


Grind the nuts in a food processor. If you like small nut chunks in your truffles, don’t grind them too finely. Transfer to a bowl and set aside.

Ground nuts

Pit the dates and add them to the food processor to form a smooth paste. If necessary, add a tablespoon of water. Combine with the nuts and the cocoa powder and form a soft ball with your hands. Depending on the size you like your pralinés make about 20 – 30 small balls and dust them in a plate with cocoa powder (or coconut).

Raw Date balls


Vegan christmas

Quick and Warming Dal


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I don’t know about you, but where I am sitting right now it’s 17° C outside with sunshine. Did I miss something? It’s November.

Because the weather situation will very likely change in a few days, here’s a recipe to have on hand for cold, busy days. This soup has become one of my favourite soup recipes because it’s super-quick and substantial. Perfect with toasted bread, as something to bring to a potluck, because who doesn’t love Indian food?, or, if you fancy savoury breakfasts, as a breakfast. Call me crazy.

Also, for those of you who have a command of the German language: an article about my blog and what I would do if I had one wish in gastronews.vienna 

Indian Daal

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The Bread Recipe You’ve Been Waiting For.


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I just found this story I wrote about three weeks ago with the intention of posting a recipe. Well. I guess that didn’t exactly work. 

Have you every forgotten something on the bus? I have. I once left a really really nice lentil salad I had prepared the night before with a lot of love and was looking forward to first thing in the morning.

Have you every forgotten something important on the bus? Well. Yeah. There is a difference between a lentil salad and your birth certificate, certificate of citizenship and graduation diploma.

My feet are actually hurting while I am writing this and I am fairly exhausted, because I believe I haven’t walked/rushed/panicked/been desperate (the combination of all this – so much fun!) that much for a very long time. Just because I wasn’t focused (why were phones invented, again?) that moment I got off the bus.

I was on my way to university to bring them all those documents. And then: see above. I realised about 15 minutes after I got off the bus. I was on the phone, talking to my mum when I realised. I told her. Very much unlike her, there was a long, long, loooong pause. We were both speechless. Very much unlike us.

I thought getting off was a good idea, until I realised it wasn’t and I stayed.

I stayed, fidgeting around, insanely upset and really annoyed at how my brain was partying in a remote place, a far cry from my head.

Arriving at the lost and found bureau as if I had made an 8-hour-voyage, looking something like this, and – after telling them my fun story and asking them to try and call the driver – being told they couldn’t reach him and also, he might be from the other bus company, so they couldn’t do anything but give me the number of the said company, calling that company and telling them what had happened, just to have an unfriendly voice telling me I had to wait and could call in about 20 minutes, and after calling after 20 minutes being told that “she haaaasn’t reached him yet” in a voice I wouldn’t categorize as “friendly”, did not exactly contribute to the uplift of my mood.

Right, let’s keep it short: They found the bag, I had to go to the other side of Graz to get it and I got it. Thank God. Thanks God.

Three weeks later…

…I am very very excited to tell you about my university, because I absolutely love it. Love love love it. Not only are we in groups of 13 people most of the time, but I am also still impressed by the fact that we are in an elementary school every week. Not only as guests, but in a few weeks also as actual teachers who need to prepare small tasks for the kids. I am thrilled.

Oh, one other thing I am thrilled about is that my second cooking video is finally done and online. It would be great if you could share this really amazing recipe with the world, ang give me feedback.

Here it is. The utimate no-knead bread.

Homemade White Bread

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Creamy Sesame Polenta with Indian-Spiced Cauliflower and Pepper


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I am very greatful. I am greatful to have so many beautiful people in my life. Not only to have them actually, but to learn from them. To be surrounded by individuals who have well understood that encouragement is one of the keys to personal growth.

I have finally understood that personal growth is a matter of choice and very often means going out of your comfort zone. It means pain and not-so-pleasant moments. And the thing is: it’s easy to escape. But when you decide not to escape, you feel the change. And you like it. And want to repeat it. Because you understand that very often, in order to contribute to the betterment of something – be it your character, the way you act in certain situations or interact with people, the advancement of some aspect of society – you will have to do something you don’t feel comfortable doing, or you will be given some tests on the way there. Because well, that’s the way you change, I guess. Imagine life would be the same every day. You would always be happy, everything would be great, no injustices to worry about, nothing to worry about, really. Is that cool? It does sound quite cool, I admit. But would it do anything to you? To society? Would anything change or improve? I leave the answer to you.

In order to contribute to something big, we sometimes need to give up something small.

In other words: In order to contribute to the advanement of society, we need to give up our egos.

(I would love to hear your thoughts on that, by the way – so feel free to comment!)

 Vegetarian Polenta with Vegetables

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Khoreshte Fessenjoon – Persian Walnut and Pomegranate Stew


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Something great happened. I passed the test you have to take to study primary school education.

As an established fact, when it comes to decisions, I suck elusively. I am literally not able to take a decision (which will mould my life to some extent) without having a guilty conscience. Even if everything turns out great, I will still go through what it would have been like if I had done it the other way. Always always always.

For a long time, I was sure that language is my thing. And in fact, it still is. I wanted to study English until about a month ago. As I did under no circumstances want to go into interpreting or translating, I saw my only way out in teaching. And it was not a bad way out, I thought it was a good decision. I feel so deeply grateful for some teachers I had in school, because they shaped parts of me. They shaped who I am today. And I wanted to achieve this same thing. I wanted to give students hope, a reason to learn in life, and I wanted to be there, in case they did not have somebody who was there for them at home. This time they go through is not fun. You go through so many changes, start to investigate the world around you a bit more, start realising that what is going on in this world is not sound, and you want to change something. And you don’t know how. You need someone who understands you, who accepts you and gives you hope that at some point, things will change. And you want to feel that with some support of this someone, you will be a tiny part of this change.

I wanted to be this someone.

I wanted to be this someone because I thought that there were too little of those someones. Yes. There are too little someones. The little issue there was was that I felt like this someone could be more effective if it was surrounded by small children who are shapeable. Who still need to learn so much. Having a someone during those years might be more important and crucial than after. Might. I actually don’t know, because when I compare my primary and secondary school time, I suppose I learnt more during the latter. (See, the doubts come in again) But I still think that primary school teachers have such a great responsibility. And though I am not a huge fan of having big responsibilities, I am absolutely willing to shoulder responsibility for those cuties instead of some rowdy not-so-cuties (It’s not about the cuties, by the way, it’s about their age). I still think that secondary school teacher is one of the most important jobs on this planet, but I feel like there are people who are more appropriate for this job.

So friends, in three years I will hopefully stand in front of a mob of children who want to learn something about the world. I am so excited about that.

The test was partly on the ridiculous side, because you had to do things like this or hopping and dribbling to the beat of this, sing two songs in front of a commission consisting of two people, remember random faces with random names and their telephone numbers, hobbies, relationship statuses and birthdays, and after 45 minutes answer questions like “What hobbies does the person who was born on October 22nd have?” I failed so much at this one.

But well, I guess I am in no way entitled to complain about anything, because I passed the test.

As you might have heard or experienced, Persian food is not necessarily the best-looking food. I am talking about this dish. Let’s face it. It does not look nice. But to be honest, I couldn’t care less about it, because it just tastes so good. 

Fessenjoon (or fessenjan) is one of my absolute favourites. I just forget about it all the time as my mum is not a huge fan of it and as a consequence never cooks it and my (Austrian!!) grandma doesn’t cook it that often. But when she does, I’m in heaven.

The recipe is hers (apart from little amendments), so all tribute goes to my amazing grandmother.

Vegan and vegetarian Fessenjan

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A Guide to Homemade Curry Pastes


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Last Tuesday, I got a white sheet saying I am allowed to drive on the street with a car. Yes. I passed my driving test.

The day before the driving test, after my last two driving lessons, and my driving instructor telling me he can’t guarantee anything, I was feeling more flustered and jittery than on the day of my A-levels. It was crazy insane and ridiculous. You know that feeling. Your pulse increases, your heart beats faster and you feel like you cannot bear it anymore. Yes. I knew that feeling too. But I honestly do not think this feeling should be there 14 hours before your driving test, which by the way, is not that big of a deal. If you don’t pass, you just do it again.

On that morning I set my alarm for 5:30 a.m., as we were asked to arrive at 7 a.m. on that oh-so-important day, and having read on some internet site giving tips for your driving test, that you should by no means be there too late (obvious), and it’s better to be there half an hour before than one minute too late (not so obvious) I arrived there 20 minutes early. Before arriving early, I spent a fair amount of time in the bathroom, listening to Aretha telling me that even she was saying a prayer for me. After eating a small breakfast, thinking that the whole thing couldn’t take longer than a maximum of two hours, if at all, I made my way to the driving school, and finding the door was closed (so sure!, it’s better to be there half an hour earlier), I found a spot on a bench next to another girl (who apparently was thinking the same way I did and was probably more disappointed than I was, cause she had been waiting even longer) and we sat there, not saying a single word, and staring into our small electronic devices, also known as smart phones.

Some 20 minutes later, two other girls made an appearance, and as the two of them knew each other from the last time they had tried to get their driving test, but didn’t succeed in their plans, they started talking about all kinds of mistakes one can make and how to avoid them. We soon joined in their discussion, realising they needed help, and soon we were engaging in a nice conversation, trying to let our nervousness vanish by talking.

After some time the driving teacher came, explained us tested us on our knowledge about tires, the engine bay and the lighting system, we made our way back to the bench and anxiously waited for the examiner. The two girls who hadn’t passed the last time expressed the wish to be first, so clearly we let them go first. We expected to wait for a maximum of an hour, but not to our amusement, it turned out to be three hours and a half, as the driving teacher spontanously decided to let the two motorcyclists (who had just arrived) go first, as the sky was cloudy and we don’t want them to be taking their test in the rain, do we? No. Of course we don’t.

We dawdled away talking about how one of them looked like a combination of a slightly aged Dr. House and Hugh Grant, reassuring each other how we would obviously pass the test, me watching the other girl standing on one leg in order to train her “clutchleg” and telling each other how we would pass the test for sure. Oh, did I mention we were also assuring each other that we would both pass the test?

One thing I learned during those three, almost four hours: Waiting is worse than anything else when you are nervous. 

After what felt like eternity we finally got to take our test, and with a bit of luck, we both passed the test. With a bit of luck and a lot of help from the driving instructor, who was sitting next to me and giving me signs indicating I should drive faster or slower and constantly trying to keep up a conversation with the examiner (who against all odds, was hilarious).

Short version: I have a driver’s license. 

Homemade Thai Red Curry Paste

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Easy-Peasy Mousse au Chocolat


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Born in Graz, growing up in the city centre and moving to the outskirts at the age of eight, I went through quite a lot of changes when we moved, as my friends will be able to recount in detail (which thankfully they will not be doing here). One of them is that I adapted to the language used on the country side. Not without reason the rest of the people residing in Austria say that Styrians “bark”, because, as a matter of fact, they do. If you do not understand how humans can transform to dogs, you might find this amusing if you speak a little german, even if you won’t understand a word (cause not even I do). Or this. I actually really like that song, so you’d better not say anything insulting about it. Really. Look at those lyrics. (which might not win an oscar for the best translation, but never mind.)

Living in a considerably smaller town than the one you grew up in makes you change. I’ve been living in a small city near Innsbruck, basically at the other end of Austria, for two months now, and moving here after living in London for six months, is kind of a shock. No trains running under the ground, no gaps to mind, no art exhibitions and museums, no big English supermarkets (my all-time favourite), no clothing shops you would shop in unless you find yourself in a state of utter non-possession, and obviously, no most beautiful version of the most-spoken language in the world. Instead of all those things, you have one thing in abundance: nature. Trees, flowers, animals. Everywhere.

But as every coin has two sides, I do not want to dwell on the things I miss about England (though the last point is obviously in no way negative), but also tell you about those little things I enjoy. One of those things is the fact that no matter if you know a person or not, if you cross someone’s path on the street, you greet them. No matter how young or old, you greet them. It took me some time to get used to that. And once I did, it would feel like a slap in the face when someone wouldn’t greet me back or deliberately stare at imaginary attractions on the other side of the road.

I wonder what the world would feel like if we all greeted each other. If we treated every random person we met as a good friend. Yeah. I guess I do not need to go deeper on that.

Mousse au chocolat withou gelatine

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You know how you have a favourite food for two weeks, tell everyone about you newly discovered best friend, eat it all the time, no matter what time of day and then completely forget about it? Yeah? Tell me more about it. In fact, don’t, I actually just learnt about it today.

As you might know, Schupfnudeln were one of those friends. I really fell in love with them the minute I figured out how easy they are to make at home. I loved to eat them with “Zuckerbrösel” (“sugary breadcrumbs”) but my new favourite is: poppyseeds!


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Banana Bread with Chopped Walnuts


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How I missed this blog. Hi everyone. Here I am again. Hopefully a bit more regularly from now on. Don’t think that I gave up cooking, because I really haven’t. But blogging and cooking are two different pair of shoes. You need to meticulously document everything you do, take pictures of all the steps, meanwhile hope that all the ingredients you are mixing together actually will produce something edible and make everything look nice for the pictures. I love it, but my time doesn’t.

There’s been so much going on in London and I really love this city. I love how multicultural it is. I love the public transport. I love being independent and being away from home for a while. I love getting to know new people all the time. And I love the accent, obviously. So so much. If you don’t, I’m sorry but we can’t be friends anymore.


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