This Greek Yoghurt Chocolate Mousse is lower in fat and calories than the traditionally made recipe. Velvety smooth and rich tasting.
1 cup Milk
100 grams Dark Chocolate
2 cups Greek Yoghurt
1/2 tsp Vanilla Extract
1 tbsp Honey or Maple Syrup
Pour the milk into a saucepan and add the chocolate, either grated or very finely chopped or shaved. Gently heat the milk until the chocolate melts, being careful not to let it boil. Once the chocolate and milk have fully combined, add the honey and vanilla extract and mix well. Spoon the greek yogurt into a large bowl and pour the chocolate mixture on top. Mix together well before transferring to individual bowls, ramekins or glasses. Chill in the fridge for 2 hours. Serve with a small spoonful of greek yogurt and some fresh raspberries.
Hope you like it 🙂
You know, deleting messages, emails, photos, websites, phone numbers, apps..or even getting rid of things we don’t need..or getting rid of toxic people from our lives..can make you breathe easier. It can put things into perspective. It can make you see what really matters in life and who really cares about you. Try it, you’d be amazed.
Its been a while since I posted here. Lots has been happening. Just busy. Overwhelmed. Call it what you may. There were times where I wanted to post but I just didn’t know where to begin. Theres a lot to say but most of the times words are distant.
Depression. It messes with your mind. It makes you over think everything. And when its time where you actually feel like saying how you feel, you can’t find the right words. Even what I’m saying now seems so all over the place.
The Holy Land. I was blessed enough to visit Jerusalem for three days. Last time I was there was about twenty-four years ago. I wasnt even a nun. I will still living in the world. It was so good to be back. To venerate Christs tomb. To see the actual place (Golgotha) where He was crucified. I can’t and wont even try to find the words to explain how I felt while I was there.
Every time I venerated His tomb or Golgotha, I just kept asking for forgiveness. I mean what more could I ask for? To be at His actual tomb? I mean..cmon.I felt so unworthy but at the same time blessed and so grateful that He gave me another chance to visit His land.
If you ever get the chance to visit Jerusalem (the Holy Land)..believe me, you to will be lost for words. Here’s hoping you do visit.
Below some pics 🙂
Above: The Tomb of Christ
Pic above: The actual place where Jesus was crucified. Golgotha
The place where He lay after He died on the cross
Inside His tomb
The Holy Sepulchre ( Tomb of Christ)
Depression makes you feel you’re broken and that you work through your day just trying to figure out how to fix you.
So how do you fix something that’s broken? Thousands of broken pieces. Something like a jigsaw puzzle. But the only difference is that the pieces don’t match, they don’t fit anywhere. You try to make them fit, but nothing does. And you do this over and over. For months, even years and all you see are still broken pieces.
So I just wonder..what if some of us are meant to be broken?
“If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.” Psalm 139:9
I bet you all wanted to say sunshine huh? 🙂
I went walking this evening together with another nun and I thought Id share a couple of photos with you all.
Hope you all have a nice weekend 🤗
A true Christian is made by faith and love toward Christ. Our sins do not in the least hinder our Christianity, according to the word of the Savior Himself. He deigned to say: not the righteous have I come to call, but sinners to salvation; there is more joy in heaven over one who repents than over ninety righteous ones. Likewise concerning the sinful woman who touched His feet, He deigned to say to the Pharisee Simon: to one who has love, a great debt is forgiven, but from one who has no love, even a small debt will be demanded. From these judgments a Christian should bring himself to hope and joy, and not in the least accept an inflicted despair. Here one needs the shield of faith.
― Words of St. Herman of Alaska
The life of Saint Herman of Alaska