FranciscaKookt Geitenkaassalade met geroosterde pompoen en Limoen-Mosterddressing, #glutenvrij #koemelkvrij #vegetarisch #koolhydraatbeperkt


Deze lauwwarme salade is een heerlijke deelsalade.

Deel hem met vrienden en familie, laat hem onderdeel zijn van een verjaardagsbuffet en deel het recept. ;)

Makkelijk compleet, glutenvrij, koemelkvrij en vegetarisch.. Sommige mensen stoeien nog al eens met de stugge schil van de pompoen. Als je een biologisch pompoen gebruikt, bijvoorbeeld zo'n oranje bolvormige Hoikkado Pompoen, hoef je deze niet te schillen..

Dit recept is voldoende voor 4 personen


Ingrediënten



1 Biologische kleine pompoen (maximaal 1 kilo)

4 eetlepels balsamicoazijn

2 eetlepels milde olijfolie

2 eetlepels kokosbloesemstroop

peper, uit de pepermolen

zeezout

50 gram grove, pittige mosterd ( glutenvrij)

2 verse limoenen, uitgeperst

250 ml extra vergine olijfolie

1 krop gewassen sla, naar keuze

1 halve komkommer, in plakken gesneden

1 rijpe avocado, in grove stukken gesneden

200 gram (half)zachte geitenkaas of bijvoorbeeld fetakaas


Materialen


Een scherp keukenmes, een snijplank, een lepel, een ovenschaal, een tupperwaredoos, een glazen fles/pot met dop/deksel, een mooie serveerschaal



Voorbereiden


Minimaal de ochtend van te voren :

Was de pompoen goed en verwijder eventueel de slechte stukjes van schil. Snij hem met een groot mes doormidden en verwijder de pitten. Snijdt het vruchtvlees in 2cm grote blokjes, doe ze in de ovenschaal of tupperwaredoos. Voeg de milde olijfolie, balsamicoazijn en 1 eetlepel kokosbloesemstroop. Flink wat gemalen peper over, goed doorroeren en afgedekt in de koelkast wegzetten tot de bereidingstijd.


Bereiden

Verwarm de oven voor op 200 °C, doe het pompoenmengsel eventueel over in de ovenschaal, flink wat zeezout erover, nog even goed doorroeren en dit roosteren in de oven. Tussendoor met een houten lepel omscheppen. Na ongeveer een uurtje zijn de pompoenblokjes gaar en geroosterd.

Ondertussen kun je de salade klaarmaken, neem een mooie serveerschaal en verspreid de sla, komkommer en avocado erop. Voorzichtig met je handen doormengen.

Voeg de geitenkaas toe in kleine blokjes of plakjes. Je kunt eventueel nog naar keuze de salade verrijken met geroosterde walnoten, pijnboompitjes, zonnebloempitjes of pompoenpitjes.

Bereiding dressing : meng het sap van de limoen, de mosterd, 1 eetlepel kokosbloesemstroop en 250 ml extra vergine olijfolie in een mooie glazen pot of fles. Dop er goed stevig op, flink schudden...klaar

Nu kun je de pompoen en dressing zelf bij de salade toevoegen, of alles op tafel zetten en je gasten het zelf laten doen. Eventueel nog lekker warm, net gebakken boekweitbrood erbij....

http://yoo.rs/francisca23/blog/paleo-meerzaden-boekweitbrood-1494853172.html?Ysid=49805

http://yoo.rs/francisca23/blog/snel-boekweitbrood-1494601257.html?Ysid=49805


Eet smakelijk !


Voedingswaardes per portie zonder de dressing


Calorieën : 303,25

Vet : 23,83 gram (waarvan 7,48 gram verzadigd)

Koolhydraten : 9,85 gram

Eiwitten : 9,95 gram


Voedingswaarde dressing per ongeveer 15 gram


Calorieën : 79,80

Vet : 8,48 gram (waarvan 1,2 gram verzadigd)

Koolhydraten : 0,62 gram

Eiwitten : 0,12 gram



Tips : De dressing hou je zeker nog wel 2 maanden goed in de koelkast. Even schudde voor gebruik.

N.B. : voor het berekenen van de voedingswaarde van mijn recepten maak ik gebruik van de eetmeter van het

voedingscentrum. Wil je een exacte berekening van jouw gerecht, kun je deze zelf natuurlijk ook

gebruiken.

https://mijn.voedingscentrum.nl/nl/

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Requiem: Chapter 5
- Just in time Stephen March could save himself from a certain death with a lateral leap. The bright red glider drilled into the window of ' Redstone & Son ', a branch of a Western electronics company that had gained a foothold in the New World. One of the first groups to have won this authorization after the Second Cold War. The reinforced windows of the electronics store were no match for the kinetic forces of the runaway vehicle. The window glass splits into countless small pieces. At the last moment, Stephen had seen the murder vehicle rushing at him in the light of the window window. His rapid reaction, an instinctive reflex at the moment itself - was happiness or perhaps the result of his daily workout - had given him that small chance and saved his life. Because most of the pieces of glass had been broken up by the movement of the glider inside the shop space, March had not suffered any serious cuts. His pants and vest were torn and smeared by the fall, and his left leg was a little worse planed by the unsoft contact with the concrete, but the rest was not easy.. While he was still recovering from the first shock, he heard above the panicked screams of the pedestrians who witnessed the event, from the store a metallic scraping. To his great surprise, he saw the red carlide moving out of the storefront and turning to him. Stephen frowned amazed the eyebrows. Apparently, that killing machine was targeting him. This wasn't a coincidence, not an ordinary accident.. His hunch shouted at him a single word: “Run!’. He took the first street on the right at a delirious pace, almost slipping he could just avoid a pedestrian who was angry behind him. A second later he heard a bons accompanied by a creepy scraping sound. Stephen looked backwards and saw the unfortunate passerby crushed by the chasing autobot slipping along the wall in a blood-red pattern. The fear knocked him in the throat, the adrenaline made him run even faster. He thought the Metro, I should get it.. There, the runaway computer car wouldn't be able to follow him. He jumped up the stairs with two steps at the same time that would lead him to the main street via a few inland roads and also to the entrance of the underground train network. Whenever he reached the end of one of those roads, he heard the murderous vehicle approaching and blowing his neck like a hot breath. He walked even faster, and it seemed like he was given wings because of the fear that drove him. Eventually he came into the street where the entrance to the Metro was. He saw it as a redeeming mouth that would swallow it up. Another ten meters. With his last breath he squeezed out one last sprint. With a tiger jump, he plunged forward down the stairs and hurtfully rolled to the bottom of the entrance, where he hoped to be safe from the murderous autobot. Stephen felt vomited. It was a miracle, but apparently he didn't break anything at first sight, even though he was in pain everywhere. He crawled stumbling and leaning against a pillar again upright. The red monster remained hovering in front of the entrance to the Metro for a while and then disappeared out of sight.. People looked at him with fear, and many walked around him in a wide bow.. In the light of a window of a train he saw the reason. He just looked like a wreck. In the toilet of the underground, he tried to decent his clothes some and take up the worst damage. All in all, it turned out to be too easy. All his muscles were stiff due to the intense effort but nothing felt broken to. He bled from a number of small wounds to the elbows and hands. The abrasions on his leg did not look really life-threatening, although it had to be taken care of professionally. Stephen should see a doctor as soon as possible for a skilled patch. Now he no longer looked like a diplomat Stephen March, but more like a clochard who had walked into the wall several times in his alcoholic haze... or perhaps fell down the stairs of the Metro. His first idea was to tell the police everything and file a complaint against strangers. Only then did he realize that he had not seen a license plate number on his murderous stalker. In the New World all gliders or autobots were numbered on the bottom, the doors and the top of the vehicles. So one could immediately see or find out which city or area they came from. In addition, the windows were darkened so that he could not disclose the face of the driver or occupants. weird! He would wait a while to visit the police. His sixth sense told him that he might do more harm than good with that.. After an hour on the emergency service of the nearest hospital, he was given the necessary iodine tincture, special adhesive plasters containing an antibiotic and gauze dressing - and what was especially important - a strong painkiller. His leg was not broken, but still hit worse than he had previously suspected. Stephen told the doctor on duty that he had fallen from the stairs of the subway entrance due to a misstep and sustained those injuries. Even if that was only half the truth, it wasn't a lie. It sounded really convincing how Stephen brought it, but this explanation also avoided any annoying questions from the doctor on duty or a mandatory visit to the law services. Stephen March didn't get high on the Security Service right now, especially after the unsolved murder of his half-sister Suzy. The idea of walking a block and a little more at Redstone & Son to inquire, he also rejected. Maybe any witnesses recognized him while the police were still there investigating the case. What intrigued him most of all was the reason behind this unexpected attack on his person. Why was he attacked, hunted like a wild animal, eventually he was also nearly killed? What was the point, what was behind this, was this connected to Suzy's murder?? All the questions haunted in his head. He felt hunted and anxious and looked around as he sought his way back. When he was back at his apartment, he first poured himself a good whiskey.. He knew that it was not wise to mix medicines and alcohol, but this was an exception to the rule. His hand was still shaking slightly when the golden moisture was poured into the crystal glass. He took a big sip of Chivas Regal. Stephen felt the fluid that immediately warmed him a way to his stomach, which now settled some. Stephen let the last hours before his mind's eye pass. After the identification with Suzy's personal items he had received from Mr. Huang, he went for a walk in the shopping streets of Sanctuary. Getting his feelings back under control after the psychological thump he got in the morgue. Then suddenly the red homicide vehicle that showed up at him? Stephen put the rest of his whiskey glass aside and poured out the contents of the canary yellow plastic bag with his sister's personal belongings, whom he miraculously could have saved during all those struggles of the last few hours, onto the table. There were the usual things that are usually found in the possessions of a woman. First of all, her torn and bloody garments, which he laid apart with due respect and a great piece of dismay. Another example of the lack of sympathy from the New World police forces. In the pocket there was also a torn handbag, a broken lip gloss, a key ring, a hairbrush that had also suffered under the trap, a crushed pack of started paper wipes and a wallet with some banknotes in it, some pictures, but all her credit cards were missing or withheld by the Security Service. Scattered, he was messing around in all the boxes of her wallet when he found between two pictures in a note pleated in two. March immediately recognized Suzy Chang's beautiful female handwriting. There was only one word on it and a number: “Passage 6.”. It didn't tell him anything. That couldn't be the note Captain Vastai was talking about. The conscious note that referred to him? The key ring of four keys he weighed equally predominantly in his palm. He immediately recognized the blue rectangles key of an autobot. Number SW280387. Nothing was referring to that Passage 6. One of the other three keys must have been from Suzy's apartment since the name was printed in the key bar of the residence where she was staying: ' Pinewood House Asurai ’. A number was printed on the tip of the bar: 837. As he already knew, this referred to the eighth floor apartment 37. The other two were still a mystery to him. A mystery that he would certainly try to solve. He wouldn't ask the police what those keys were for.. By the way, if they had been of some interest, he probably wouldn't have gotten it.. Maybe today he took a walk to Pinewood House Asurai. Stephen changed and took the elevator to the underground garage with a painful grimace on his face in his own autobot and entered the address of the residence. The speech recognition program looked this up in its internal memory, started the almost silent drive system and the vehicle automatically slipped into the traffic jam of the pre-programmed route. Stephen leaned weary backwards in the seat and waited with his eyes closed for him to reach his destination.. copyright Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere Requiem: Chapter 4 or 6 - Requiem: Chapter 4 - Requiem: Chapter 6 -