Sundays Are For Yummy Things

Today we have: 

• A cupcake recipe that everyone loves, that won't make you obese, and Christian likes them, and Enver doesn't yell at me too much. 
• A book review that proves my food philosophy is not off the mark. 

First (and yummiest), may I present, Protein Powder Vanilla Cupcakes.

These are delicious, light and fluffy cupcakes that look just like the ones from the grocery store, taste just as good, but for half the Enver-grief, and double the Christian-appreciation.  Onward!

Ingredients: 

• 2 whole, large eggs
  
• 1/4 cup of mashed bananas
  
• 2 teaspoons of honey
  
• 1/2 teaspoon of Pure Vanilla Extract
  
• 1 scoop of Vanilla Whey Protein Powder
  
• 1/4 cup of Quick Oats
  
• Baking time: 15 minutes
  
• Makes 24 mini cupcakes. 
  

I will assume for the following steps that you have a blender.  My kitchen resides in the stone ages, where we crush things with the meat mincer and blend with the hand beaters.  

I digress. 

With your blender, beat the eggs for about 30 seconds, until they're superduper fluffy.  This is very important.  Fluffy eggs make for fluffy cupcakes.  No fluff = No good. 

Add the honey and mashed bananas and blend for another 30 seconds.  This may look disgusting, but actually makes the cupcakes fluffier and tastier.  I prefer bananas that aren't already mushy.  The just ripened ones make for the best batter.  

Now, add the Pure Vanilla Extract. None of that grocerystore-fake-processed crap.  Vanilla is a delicate flavour.  The difference is notable.  Did you know that the fake stuff is made by soaking pretend vanilla wood and then burning it? Who wants to eat that, when the real stuff is so much better?

Next, throw in the protein powder, followed by the oats.  This is the part where the blender is most helpful.  No one wants oat chunks in their cupcakes.  Blend, blend, blend!  Make it smooth and battery.  

I like mini cupcakes because they're cuter. You should too.  Put about a tablespoon and a half of batter into each mini cupcake cup.  Bake for 15 minutes at 175C.  

To make them the prettiest they can be, top with whipped cream and sprinkles.  Mmmmm. 

(Low fat whipped cream is gross.  Don't even go there.  Read the book. It says you're allowed)

On the side, I suggest a glass of sparkling something, and the cheerful little book by Mireille Guiliano, French Women Don't Get Fat.  

The book is autobiographical, based on the author's experience as an exchange student who went to America and came back fat.  It then explores the advice she recieves upon her return home, unlocking the 'secrets' of eating indulgently without the unpleasantness of not fitting into jeans, diets, or guilty eating.  While the latter half of the book is more cookbook than story, it still makes for an enjoyable read.  The suggested foods are on the tasty side.  Most importantly, however, it works as proof to my theory that these boys are goofy, and I can eat whatever the hell I want. So there.