Before I left for vacation, I ate this every.single.day.
I mean really, every single day.
It was easy. If I wasn’t traveling, my husband was traveling, which means that I get to eat a bunch of things for meals that only a girl in her 20s would qualify as a meal. It was also insanely hot and even though I had a few ridiculous moments of turning on the oven for hours at a time, when it came to most of my own meals, I survived on things that came straight from the fridge. Cold things. Very cold things.
Want to know what else happened before I left for vacation?
Indulge me. It was terrifying.
The night before we left, I was running around like a crazy person trying to get things done – things like edit photos while eating the last mini cheesecake in the fridge so it wouldn’t spoil. Important stuff.
When I finally made it up to bed – with the hopes of getting four hours of sleep before we left – I spent a good 30 minutes wasting my life away on my iPhone. Because I am addicted. No other good reason.
But really, that happens every night. I’m spent. Exhausted. Can barely hold my eyes open. Yet I always find 20 minutes or so to waste away while looking up random garbage on my phone, like if these Nine West peep toe shoes I’ve been eyeing for three months have come back in stock. Guess what? They haven’t. I’M DYING.
Anyhoo. I’m finally soooo tired that I’m literally almost dropping the phone every 15 seconds, so I place it on the nightstand, roll over and get settled for some shuteye while watching Friends for the billionth time since a life without electronic interruptions does not exist.
I felt something weird on my arm, like a crumb or something. Maybe something that stuck to my arm while I was cleaning up the kitchen? It took all of ten seconds for me to realize that OMG, this could totally be a bug on my arm. I fly out of bed, trying not to disrupt my husband who is sleeping in his own bed for one night, flick on the light just in time to see this huge hideous bug scurrying about the covers.
MY WORST NIGHTMARE.
If you know anything about me, it’s that I loath bugs. Yeah yeah… I’m childish, immature, spoiled, whatever. But I hate them. I mean, I have many irrational fears in my life, and one of them is that a spider or something awful ends up crawling in my mouth while I sleep. And now there is a freaking BUG ON MY BED, which was mere centimeters away from my mouth. O.M.G.
But guess what? I was an adult. I flipped out mentally, but tried to hold it together and kill the bug without waking my husband who at this point, who had to be awake in three hours.
Which meant I had to be awake in three hours.
Which meant that by the time I had enough courage to actually get back in the devil-infested bed, I had horrible visions of things crawling all over me underneath the covers and was awake for another hour.
Needless to say… I’m still very tired.
So yes, two things I did before vaycaaaay: eat a thousand roasted blueberry parfaits and almost sleep with an insect. I like the first thing better.
I’ve been eating quinoa parfaits since I first saw Brittany share one years ago. In a word, I’ve become obsessed. Okay that was three words, but whatever. They are one of my favorite things to chew because they are so simple, so flavorful, and have a ton of texture. <- mandatory. I’ve been freaking out over coconut breakfast quinoa. And all I’ve been thinking about are the roasted blueberry cupcakes I made last year at this time and how I want to shove 50 of them in my face. At once.
This was just the most logical solution. The love child, if you will.
1 1/2 pints fresh blueberries
1 cup uncooked quinoa, rinsed
2 cups light canned coconut milk
2 tablespoons unsweetened flaked coconut
2 pinches of salt
1 (17-ounce) container plain Greek yogurt
easy coconut granola
1 cup old-fashioned oats
1 cup unsweetened, flaked coconut
2 tablespoons packed brown sugar
1/4 teaspoon cinnamon
pinch of salt
3 tablespoons coconut oil, measured in solid form
3 tablespoons honey
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
For granola: Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Line a baking sheet with aluminum foil
In a large bowl, combine oats, coconut, sugar, cinnamon and salt. Melt coconut oil and add it to the oats, along with honey and vanilla, and stir thoroughly to moisten. Spread on a baking sheet and bake for 20-25 minutes, tossing every 5 minutes. Remove and let sit for about 10 minutes to get crumbly.
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F. Place blueberries on a nonstick baking sheet with a pinch of salt. Place in the oven and roast for 20 minutes, or until berries start to burst. (At this time, if you don’t have granola or didn’t make it prior to, mix up the coconut granola recipe below and bake it at the same time, on the upper rack.) Remove both and set side.
While blueberries and granola are baking, add quinoa and coconut milk to a saucepan along with another pinch of salt and the coconut flakes. Bring mixture to a boil, then reduce to a simmer and cover, cooking for 15 minutes. Fluff with a fork.
When ready, assemble parfaits with layers of yogurt, roasted blueberries, coconut quinoa and granola. Eat!
Even makes bugs and stuff better.