Artichoke and Chickpea Salad
I'm quite excited to be publishing this recipe as it is my very first own creation. Since I started the blog I've always been trying customized versions of others' recipes, and to be honest, at some point I started to feel that it was time for me to give a try to my creativity. And I've done it! Hurray!

What I like the most about this salad is that it combines both hot and cold. It's nice because it makes it perfect to have it either in summer or in winter, and, in addition, you can easily change its ingredients and make it with any vegetables you fancy.

So here you have it. Hope you like it!




"Today is the first day of Spring", said Clementine in her particular tender yellow-coloured voice. She had been looking forward that day for almost a month, and now that was happening, she couldn't stop herself from telling everyone what a marvelous thing was going on. 

Somehow, it seemed as if she had been chosen for this task by one of these ethereal yet omnipotent natural forces: she was the spring messenger. And she was indeed really good at it. She had some kind of innate talent to spread the season essence over the atmosphere; one could nearly notice it, but we were all being coated with this strange, mysterious scent everyone's sprinkled with whenever spring arrives. 

And that was spring: mainly Clementine.



Honey and Chocolate Oats Yogurt

Sometimes it just feels great to empty your mind. 
Read through no words. 
Let tiredness hold you. 
Power will come back on time - promise.
Meanwhile: just because.

Merry Christmas folks!



Quinoa, Spinach and Pumpkin Pilaf

I don't like to tag nor classify people. I reckon the world is the way it is and try to respect all possible thoughts, despite agreeing or not with them. However, when it comes to friendship, I can't stop myself from being rather selective. Don't misunderstand me, I'm obviously not talking about choosing friends - we don't choose this things, is friendship who puts people together. What I'm talking about has to do with the real meaning of the word friend. 

I've recently realized about the changeable quality that characterizes everyone's conception of life, as while we grow up, the way the world exposes to us keeps evolving unpredictably. We usually have a more flexible perception of facts when we are children. We know barely nothing and we design everything the way we want. We give answers to our questions, without minding whether they are right or wrong; and after, we ask elders about their theories just to prove how ordinary and creativeness their minds are. We're evil in this way - true -, but considering our destitute of knowledge, forgiveness becomes our most valuable shield.



Blackberry Jam
We were somewhere out of nowhere. It had been raining for a while. Our boots were wet. Feet, cold. The sun was shining by that time though, so I took my shoes off and walked on naked feet. The ground was rocky and you could see messy branches all over it. But there was no pain, just a strange energy flowing from the earth to my nude feet.

That was nature.