Zici vara, zici cirese.

Bunicii mei nu au locuit la tara si de fiecare data, inainte de vacanta de vara, ii invidiam pe colegii de la scoala cand imi povesteau atatea peripetii petrecute la tara la bunici.

Ma intorceam acasa aproape plangand la mama si intrebam : “de ce nu am si eu tara mea?” :))

Noroc de alti membrii ai familiei care aveau bunici la tara.

Asa si-a expediat mama, “copilul de oras” sa experimenteze si el viata la sat.

Pe langa toate poznele pe care le-am facut (eram si singura fata printre baieti) imi amintesc cu placere gradina plina cu pomi fructiferi. Erau doi ciresi imensi in fata casei, iar eu prea mica sa ma pot urca in ei. Fratele si finul meu erau mai experimentati. Escaladau ca doua maimutele.

La inceput, ma tot agatam de crengi direct de pe prispa (casa era inaltata) sa pot culege fructe. Baietii erau deja urcati in pom. Cu o mana culegeau cirese si le puneau in galetuse, iar cu cealalata mana mancau. Se luau la intrecere cine culege mai multe. Si radeau si se zgariau si incercau sa urce tot mai sus. Si mai scapau si galetusa din copac. Si eu radeam de ei, dar mi se parea ca se distreaza mai bine.

Am plans cat am plans, pana m-au ajutat sa ma urc in copac. Copil plapand care se juca mai mult cu jucariile baietilor si nu se aventura in ceva periculos, cu frica de inaltime si acum se infrunta cu exercitii de echilibristica si animale marunte care misuna peste tot. Asta eram eu, “copilul din fata blocului”.

Eram fascinata de-a dreptul. Cu palmele transpirate si semne de la scorta copacului, genunchii imi tremurau de teama sa nu cad, inima imi batea ca la maraton, dar era placut. Parca voiam sa urc mai sus de prima creanga si totusi imi era frica sa ridic capul. Cand am reusit in sfarsit sa imi inalt privirea , nu reuseam sa disting varful. Lumina soarelui patrunsa printre crengi ma orbea. Ma simteam ca un pitic in casa lui Gulliver.

N-am reusit sa urc foarte sus. Sa zicem ca picioarele scurte si sufletelul deloc aventuros m-au impiedicat sa avansez. Dar in ochii mei, deja eram undeva sus. Eram curajoasa. Am stat linistita pe o creanga mai mare si am cercetat tot prin jur. Eram atrasa de manunchiurile de cirese ce imi pareau globuri rosii din bradul de Craciun. Doar ca puteai sa le mananci. Erau imense si dulci.

M-a durut burta de cate am mancat, dar si de cat de mult am ras. Am primit si eu galetusa, intrasem in concurs alaturi de baieti. Copilul din fata blocului incercase ceva nou, fara sa ii pese ca isi murdareste hainele sau ca se zgarie in genunchi.

Mi-as dori inca sa existe copii care sa se bucure de vacanta la tara la bunici.

Eu m-am bucurat si anul acesta de fructe culese din gradina parintilor si avand in vedere ca nu mai consum zahar, am realizat ca este timpul sa incerc retete noi sa pot savura ceva dulce.

Saptamana aceasta, vedete sunt ciresele.

Iar reteta e pentru un smoothie M E G A delicios.

Amestecati toate ingredientele(asigurati-va ca scoateti samburii cireselor) intr-un blender si mixati pana devine lichid. Eu folosesc un mixer vertical si rezultatul este acelasi. Dupa ce am turnat continutul intr-un pahar, am decorat cu fulgi de cocos.

Cufundati-va pe canapea sau in pat pe pernele moi. Acordati-va 5 minute dimineata sa va amintiti de gustul copilariei.

Aceasta e prima reteta cu cirese. Daca v-a placut, follow me on Glynstagram. O sa postez mai multe tips & tricks acolo despre provocarea #nosugar.

Puteti citi mai multe si din jurnalul de dieta, pe care il voi posta curand complet.


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When you’re saying summer, you’re saying cherries.

I was not lucky to have grandparents living at countryside and everytime my school colleagues were telling me their funny experiences from their summer vacation at their grandparent, I envied them.

I used to return at home almost crying and asking my Mom “why I didn’t have my countryside?” :))

But I was lucky with other members of my family who had grandparents in a small village.

So my Mom had to send her “city child” to experience herself those funny moments everyone was talking about at school.

Not mentioning all the stupid thing I did those days(I was the only girl between boys), I can easily remember the beautiful garden with all the trees.

There were two cherry trees in front of the house and I was too small to climb them. My brother and godson were already “experienced users” and climbed like two lil monkeys.

At the beginning, I used to stay on the porch and pick-up the cherries directly from the branches near the porch.

The boys already climbed. With one hand they were picking up the cherries to put them in a bowl and with the other one eating. They were competing who can bring more cherries to Grandma. And they were laughing and hurting themselves while hurrying to climb higher. And sometimes they were unlucky to split the bowl with all the cherries. And I used to laugh at them, but I was kind of jealous cuz it seemed they had more fun than me.

So I cried and I cried until I convinced them to help me climb up the tree. A kid who liked more to play with boys toys who was not into adventure and now was trying to be strong and not to fall and ignore the little animals everywhere. That was me, the kid who used to play only in the neighberhood.

I was fascinated. With sweaty hands and traces from the tree bark, my knees were shaking being afraid not to fall and break my legs and my heart was beating like crazy, but it was a nice feeling. I wished to climb higher but I was even scared to lift up my eyes from the ground. When I finally managed to look up, I could not see the top of the tree. I was blind from the sun light. I felt like a midget in Gulliver’s house.

I could not make it until the top. Somehow the short legs and “not that adventurous” spirit didn’t help me. But I felt I was already up. I was brave enough. I stayed on a big branch and tried to discover everything around. I gazed at those piles of cherries who seemed to be like red Christmas balls from a Christmas tree. Only that you could eat them. They were huge and sweet.

My tummy hurt as I ate too much cherries, but also hurt for all the laughing. I received my own bowl to pick up the cherries. I was in the competition along with the boys. The child who used to play only in the neighbourhood was happy to try something new, without carrying his clothes will get dirty or get his knees scratched.

I wished there are children who still can enjoy a well spent summer vacation at they grandparents countryside.

I was happy to enjoy also this year the fruits from my family’s garden. Taking into account my #nosugarchallenge, I had to experience some new recipes, to eat something sweet.

For this week, the cherry is the Star. 🙂

And the recipe is for a M E G A delicious Smoothie.

Blend all the ingredients (don’t forget about the cherry pits) and pour the smoothie into a cup. You can use a blender or a hand blender, like I did. Decorate with coconut flakes.

Take 5 min in the morning and enjoy your smoothie and your sweet memories while being cozy on your sofa or soft pillows.

If you liked my first cherry recipe, follow me on Glynstagram. I will post more tips & tricks there with my #nosugarchallenge.

Also, you can read more about my diet journal, here.

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