Recipe For Vegan Banana Split Milkshake With No Added Sugar Or Anything Artificial

My 3 and a half year-old son is now so used to me reviewing everything from cars, to road trips, to food products, one of his new catch phrases is, “Daddy, don’t do a review on that!”

vegan banana split milkshake recipe Nick Shell

But it’s just that I am so passionate to share things I enjoy, including my own new recipe for “Vegan Banana Split Milkshake With No Added Sugar Or Anything Artificial,” that I just couldn’t resist from taking pictures to share with my vegan-curious friends.

I figure there are enough people out there, like me, who physically can’t process much processed sugar without suffering from some kind of ailment. For example, my eczema would return if I went back to consuming added sugar in my food.

With that being said, this recipe is for anyone who wants the idea of a Banana Split Milkshake but from a dairy free, no added sugar, nothing anything artificial perspective.

My version also does not include peanuts- most of which are GMO.

I am providing convenient photo collages of the ingredients along with my original recipe.

When I am craving “bad” food, like a traditional banana split and/or milkshake, I ask myself, what is my body actually craving?

The answer: Good fats (from nuts and seeds) and good sugars (from non-juiced fruit, not separated from the fiber found in that fruit).

vegan banana split milkshake recipe Nick Shell

Therefore, my recipe for “Vegan Banana Split Milkshake With No Added Sugar Or Anything Artificial” is actually completely nutritious and completely filling.

Not to mention, it contains less than 1% of your daily cholesterol intake. Research that concept- it’s a big deal!

I’m not saying it tastes as awesome as the real thing, but it works for me. Do you want to try it?

Instructions: Place all ingredients except for the cherry in a blender, put on “crush ice” mode. Pour into a chilled, quirky glass. Then place the cherry on top. Done.

(Instagramming optional.)

vegan milkshake recipe

“Vegan Banana Split Milkshake With No Added Sugar Or Anything Artificial” By Nick Shell

Serves one:

1 banana

1 palmful of strawberries

1 palmful of cashews

1 cup of unsweetened almond milk

1 cup of ice

1 serving of chia seeds

1 serving of unsweetened cocoa powder

1 cherry (on top)

If you do ended up trying my recipe, I would love to know about it. Thanks!

The Reward For A Job Well Done Is More Hard Work

What Happens Upstairs While Daddy’s Doing The Dishes Below

October 30, 2013 at 9:27 pm , by 

2 years, 11 months.

Dear Jack,

About a month ago (at least) our dishwasher stopped working. Even if I had the handyman skills I wish that had, I still don’t see how I could budget that time into our time-starved schedule.

I imagine it would take a whole sacred Saturday afternoon (at best) for me to fix the thing. Eventually, Papa (my dad) and I will get it taken care of while he and Nana are visiting for the holidays.

The funny thing is, neither Mommy nor I really care that we currently don’t have a running dishwasher.

One of my roles in our household is to take care of all the dishes and clean up the kitchen after dinner each night.

I’ve always washed everything by hand anyway, so by now, having to fool with loading and unloading the dishwasher, not to mention having to to pay for the water and electricity to clean them a 2nd time, it just seems like too much hassle.

Though it may seem like a simple task, it takes me about 45 minutes to wash and dry all the dishes, put them away, wipe down the counters, and vacuum the floor.

During that time, I’m missing a world of fun upstairs.

That’s when Mommy gets you ready for bed. I never knew what I was missing!

But recently there was a night where we hardly had any dishes, so I got to check out what you two do while Daddy’s doing the dishes every night.

The lights were out and I discovered Mommy using only a flashlight to read you a bedtime story…

And to teach you how to make shadow puppets!

It’s funny because I’ve always wondered what all the laughing and jumping around was going on upd there, as I listened from down below:

Our kitchen is basically directly below your bedroom.

Mommy and you get to have fun; that’s what’s going on upstairs.

Meanwhile, I have the glorious job of dish duty while listening to Imagine Dragons.

I don’t mind, though. It’s important that you and Mommy get to have that special time together.

Since I’m the one you takes you to school, I have at least two exclusive hours a day that Mommy doesn’t.

Besides, being the “kitchenware engineer” helps me feel a little bit more useful around here, since I imagine most dads would have already fixed their broken dishwasher by now.

Granted, I could get you to bed a lot sooner myself, but I bet Mommy’s a lot more fun!

 

Love,

Daddy

 

 

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Setting Some Ground Rules For Halloween Candy, Or Not

October 29, 2013 at 11:11 pm , by 

2 years, 11 months.

Dear Jack,

Thursday night for Halloween, Mommy and I will be taking you to the neighboorhood Fall Festival.

I think we are more excited than you are, as it seems you are confused by what will be taking place there.

The thought of everyone dressing up in costumes and getting free candy for no real good reason, well… yeah, I could see the confusion.

Something I just now thought of is how you won’t necessarily know how to mentally process the upcoming influx of candy.

Meanwhile, I won’t know how to mentally process the upcoming influx of candy, either.

As a parent who practices a strict plant-based lifestyle, the thought of you having access to all that petroleum-based food dye and high-fructose corn syrup is actually the scariest part of Halloween, for me.

With you a few weeks away from your 3rd birthday, you’re just now old enough to where I’m letting you “experiment” with candy.

This is the first Halloween where candy is actually part of the equation.

And I have no gameplan.

What I mean is, I’ve yet to draw the lines on what candy I don’t want you eating and how much of the approved candy I’m willing to let you keep.

I can’t just let you have as much of whatever you get, even though it’s completely free.

At this point, I suppose what it will come down to is Mommy and me actually getting back home and sorting through your spoils.

Hmm. Now I’m curious to see which candy I will and will not approve. I honestly don’t know.

I’m assuming every other parent has to figure this out, too: how to filter through the candy explosion yet not deprive their kid of the fun.

While I am curious to know how other parents handle this, I’m also sort of up for the surprise of seeing which candy (and how much of it) I will decide to allow.

So maybe I should revisit this question in a few days?

 

Love,

Daddy

 

Having Another Child, From A Business Perspective

October 29, 2013 at 12:08 am , by 

2 years, 11 months.

Dear Jack,

In 4th grade, I had the privilege and honor of doing the cartoon for my town’s junior edition of the newspaper.

The movie Dick Tracywas in theatres the summer before, so I crafted up a clever (?) comic strip called Nick Tracy.

As you can see, Nick Tracy steps in to save the day, as a bully-looking character named Alan mentions to a more studious-looking fellow that he is thinking about quitting school.

(I wonder how old I intended the characters to be, because I sort of get the impression they were in 4th grade at the time, just like me.)

But when it was all said and done, the takeaway actually had less to do with staying in school and more about the reason why kids should not quit school: so they can get a job. I was only 10, but I was concerned about my classmates getting jobs.

You will always know me as the Dave Ramsey-endorsing, Robert Kiyosaki-following (author of the book Rich Dad, Poor Dad), credit card-bashing dad I am. Granted, it took me plunging into financial hades (I’m trying to avoid the cliche “rock bottom”) to be the budget-obsessed, debt-free parent I’ve worked so hard and deliberately to become.

So while there was a learning curve involved as I transitioned into my 30s, ultimately, as I rediscovered this old comic strip of mine from 22 years ago, I now realize: I’ve always been seriously focused on money.

What I never cared about was buying trophies with money. I laugh at the idea of a person being congratulated about a new car purchase: They’re simply being congratulated on having to make car payments.

I’m not impressed by anyone’s material possessions they can afford (or can give the illusion of affording, thanks to credit cards and/or loans), but I am completely impressed by people who actually know how to manage their own money. Because I am so eager to learn from them.

The irony is, I’m impressed by the fancy things people don’t buy, but could afford. To hear of a CEO choosing to drive his old Toyota instead of a new BMW, that’s a man I’m going to respect.

With that being said, the main thing holding me back now from the thought of wanting to have another child is the financial aspect of it. Robert Kiyosaki has trained me to see the world in terms of assets and liabilities.

In his book, Rich Dad, Poor Dad, he recognizes children as financial liabilities. If I am looking at our family as a business unit, as I feel I should, then I have to be willing to remove the sentimentality aspect of bringing another child into this world and instead attach a dollar sign to your potential younger sister or brother.

As I learned from my editor in an article she wrote a few months ago called Will Millennials Be Able To Afford Children?, I found out that not even counting the cost of college, it costs around $240,000 to raise a child from birth to age 18.

You’re worth it, by the way!

But that would it take for me to feel comfortable (and passionate) enough to justify in my mind the expense of having another child?

Based on our current income and our plans to move to a better neighborhood so that we can get you into a good school system, I’d say… it would take doubling our family’s income, plus somehow miraculously being able to spend more time together as a family. Then I might be a little bit more ambitious when it comes to growing the family.

I’m not daring God at all on this. That’s just what it would take, based on where I’m at with it right now.

 

Love,

Daddy