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Nutella Quinoa with chopped strawberries and bananas

I'm starting to experiment with quinoa and the different types of meals I can make. So far I have gathered it is a very interesting seed (pretty much a grain) that upon boiling, absorbs a lot of water, making it very tender (depending on how you cook it of course).

Today I boiled some quinoa following a very simple recipe:

  1. First I put some olive oil (a teaspoon at most) on the pot, and let it heat up until the oil spread around easily. 
  2. I tossed in the amount of quinoa I desired and let it cook for about 1 minute in the oil, stirring it every few seconds to make sure all of the quinoa got cooked for a bit. 
  3. I then put in twice the amount of water as quinoa, and waited for it to come to a boil.
  4. Once it had gotten to a boil, I covered the pot, and let it cook for 15 minutes in low heat.
The quinoa as it boils.

I chopped some frozen strawberries and frozen banana slices in the process, and left those in a bowl.

Frozen diced strawberries!

Adding them to the bowl of bananas!

I diced a lot of strawberries.

And then once the quinoa has finished cooking (about 15 minutes in low heat) it will look something like this:
This is the cooked quinoa!

Once it is cooked, add a generous spoonful of nutella to it and mix it around until it is evenly distributed, it should be pretty easy since the quinoa still has a lot of water absorbed in it. Finish by adding the strawberry and bananas and mixing it up!

Finished product. I loved it!


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