It’s happened. I’ve reached that age where I look back and think to myself, how and why did I do the things I used to do?!? I think this feeling of “ugh” stems from receiving text messages from friends (sans children) at 4am on New Years Day saying they had an awesome time camping at a 3 day music festival in the middle of stinking hot Aussie summer with no sleep and some wicked hangovers. I immediately felt sympathetically hungover and thought… “at what point does that sound like a good time?” I love my friends but, they’re crazy!
See, now I’m old. A good time for me is going to bed early, sleeping 8 hours straight through without having to get up at 2am in the morning to change my toddler’s bed sheets or soothe a crying 1 year old. I consider a sleep in 6am and a good day when everyone eats well and sleeps well without any tantrums or injuries.
Some may think that having kids ruins your lifestyle, but to me it seems that having children has only made me prioritise what is important to me. It’s not important for me to go out every weekend, drink and then sleep through the next day. It’s not as important to me to see a certain band, movie or go shopping for the latest clothes. What’s important is the little things. I like having breakfast together on the weekends with my family. Going to the beach and making good use of our beautiful surroundings. Having a nap with the kids after lunch or seeing them play with the dog in the backyard. Those things seem to be the highlights of my life now. Yeah yeah I know… boring.
Don’t get me wrong! A night / day off every now and then is fabulous and I will never pass up that opportunity to dress in nice clothes and talk to adults… uninterrupted… without food being mushed into my face by little hands. But I’m quite happy to embrace the ebb and flow of growing older and watching my amazing little human beings flourish and grow.
However, that being said, when people always ask “are you having a third child?” and my response is, “oh heck no!” … at least not until I get some sleep, a bigger house and a new car at least (hint, hint hubby!) Actually throw in a couple of holidays as well :p
Anyhoo, I refuse to pay nearly $20 for a jar of almond butter. I love almond butter. Firstly, because it has the word butter in it (drool) and secondly because it’s really delicious to eat out of the jar with a spoon pre-workout. AND it’s bloody easy to make! Is that not like the trifecta of eating?
What you need to make it
- 1 to 2 packets of dry roasted almonds
- 1/2 to 1 tsp of cinnamon
Yep. That’s it.
How to butter your nuts
- Preheat the oven to 180 degrees celsius
- Get a nice big oven tray and spread the almonds evenly over the oven tray.
- Roast for 5 – 10 minutes (depends on how powerful your oven is) shaking the nuts around on the tray every few minutes to make sure they don’t burn.
- Once slightly roasted let them cool for a couple of minutes and then place in your food processor.
- Add the cinnamon when the nuts just begin to reach the paste stage. Process some more.
- Process the almonds until they reach the consistency of a paste/spread.
- It will take probably 15 minutes or so to get to the paste stage. I tend to turn off my processor every few minutes to give it a rest.
- The almonds will go through several stages before reaching the the last stage. Persevere as it is totally worth it.
- Store in a glass jar in the fridge for up to 3 weeks. Mine NEVER lasts that long 🙂
Enjoy by itself with a spoon and the jar, on some apple slices, add a dollop to your smoothie. It can be used to make satay sauces, cookies, cakes and brownies. The uses for almond butter are endless!