I Love Ice Cream & I Love You

Why my son  loves  me even more this week.

I am one of the lucky ones.

I get told on average eight to ten times a day “I love You”.

I share a house here in Costa Rica with my ten year old son and the largest geckos on the planet.

Sometimes we get hummingbirds come in and hover with their wings flapping at something like a  billion flaps per minute, and at times the mosquito's try to take over.
 More frequently now friends are coming to stay often saying it is just for a night or two and weeks later we are still sharing dinners, loads of washing and loads of laughs.

But mostly it is just the two of us.

Whether it is early morning, whilst cleaning his teeth, using his machete in the forest adjacent to our house, constructing lego master pieces or even just putting on his shoes, ( a rare thing )  my sweet boy will randomly say “mum, I love you !”
Often he will be running off with his friends racing down the dirt track further into the jungle barefooted whilst shouting behind him “mama I love you ! “

I know, melts your heart doesn't it?

It melts mine and I am full to the brim with mother love for him. I cant help it. Every mother that meets him loves him in fact. But I am the one that gets to live with him, feed him, hang out with him and go on wild adventures with him. Namely to our off the beaten track beaches where he climbs the fallen trees and rocks like a mountain goat.

But to do this we need our car.

And right now we don't have our car...AGAIN.

I am all for getting a lot of attention and self care, but what my car demands of me is ridiculous.

I am questioning my relationship with her and her status of being apart of this small family clan. Presently her long stay at the mechanic is just about totaling up to more sick days than not since we began our working history.

Each and every time I get work and see the very small pinhead light at the end of the very very very long tunnel, she rears her lioness head and starts to spit and spurt and robs me blind.

So with another week of hitch hiking and pulling miracles out of my mouldy crumpled hat my son and I stumbled home yesterday late afternoon just as the first rain drops began to tumble heavily out of the blackened sky above us.

As I saw it I had two options.
 

I could lay down, kick and scream in a long overdue tantrum episode until my temples hurt and my voice went hoarse OR I could just smile like I was on holiday, forget all ideas of making dinner and proclaim that we were having home made ice cream for dinner. 

Just that and a whole damn lot of it.  !

My love stats rocketed !!

To go with the three to four tubs of vegan ice cream topped with home made chocolates were episodes and episodes of “Mr Bean” ( my sons choice ) and episodes and episodes of “Absolutely Fabulous” ( my choice )

Once it got dark we moved our small home cinema into the bedroom, got together all the pillows in the house and made my bed ( which some how is still his bed too ) into one big comfortable soft and cozy hangout lounge and laughed until we both fell asleep.

Just as my son was dosing off unable to keep his eyes open any longer he said “Mama I Love You”

I love you too baby

Jack Can Save the World

Image credit Consciousazine

Mercury Retrograde  has been finally kicked out on its arse.

What a long three weeks that was. And it did not go quietly at all.

She hung on for dear life with her gnarled toenails hooked into all drama around me and my car.

It was nearly enough to send me to the drink. 

Only I don't drink.

Going way beyond “trusting that everything happens for a reason” I am now practicing radical self love in the form of just damn well loving the shit out of every moment. 

The sun rises over the escarpment to the monkeys and toucans calling out to their loved ones.

Love it.

The rain fills my favourite water hole and I sit under the waterfall massaging my neck. 

Love it.

My car breaks down AGAIN, my phone runs out of minutes so I cant call anyone and my son is at someones house whom I cant contact.

Love it.

I cant get home for two days and end up sleeping on a couch and find myself doing naked yoga in the forest.

Love it.

My son comes home dosed up on flu like symptoms and is grumpy and feeling sorry for himself. Love it.

Love it all. 

Why the hell not.

Not loving it only causes me to feel upset, angry and confused. I have spent way too much of my life feeling that way..so now it is time to feel this way. In Love With It All. No need to trust, no need to hope, just pure LOVE baby!!!

As soon as Mercury left its retrograde chaos where we all had the chance to renew, revisit and recharge I personally went into re wild mode under the full moon of May that reached from Libra to Taurus. An auspicious full moon, known as the Wesak full moon, it celebrates the birth, enlightenment and death of Lord Buddha, formally known as Siddhartha.

We are certainly in for some changes on the planet as it is time to shift our attention onto new role models.

As the paradigm shifts we shall see trends in the world where men are daring to live their femininity and are not held back by the social dictation anymore and do what they feel and not just what they think is right for them.  

Aho  to that !! I am so ready for that one and will be celebrating any man I find along my path that dances and eats fruit naked !!

Speaking of fruit, I want to talk about Jack Fruit.

My new love. 

Not only is it a taste sensation to rock your world with the flesh being used for ice creams, smoothies and curries whilst the seeds are used for flour and hummus, it is being hailed as the miracle crop and could be the solution to worldwide food insecurity saving the world from hunger.

No wonder I am in love with Jack !!!

Consuming 10 to 12 bulbs of the fruit you don't actually need to eat for half a day.

It is the largest tree borne fruit on the planet and grows up to 35 kg in Asia...

that is a lot of fruit!! A good source of dietary fiber, protein calcium and iron it could possibly replace crops such as wheat and corn due to its high calorie content.

I generally make ice cream from it but whilst I was cooking for an awesome group of people during the “Secret Energy' retreat with “Sevan Bomar” I branched out and made a rocking curry and a “to die for” birthday cake.

One person went as far as to say it was the best cake they have ever eaten !!!

Oh my love for Jack only deepens.

 

With all of this going for it I have added hugging jack fruit to my loving routine along side of hugging trees, my son and myself.

Generally eating a truck load of fruit is not entirely a bad thing. 
In fact peoples lives are devoted to it with retreats designed solely around eating fruit and entire festivals where you can go and eat a truck load of fruit !! Woodstock has one and so does Costa Rica. In fact I am going to the one in Costa Rica to massage and cover people in the fruit of chocolate !!

The rainy season is upon us.

 Filling up my favourite water hole, greening all that is around us, making soil into mud and putting a stop to afternoon activities.

With the rainy season comes damp conditions both inside and outside of the body.

Neighbours are dropping like flies with the Flu including my son, who is normally climbing trees like a monkey.

So I went into the forest to find us some medicine.

Food foraging is one of my new favourite things to do.

This morning I found a small and sweet pineapple, I dug up turmeric and ginger, collected katuk greens and picked up the pipa ( coconut ) that fell out of the tree last night by our kitchen window.

With all of these ingredients I blended them up to make juices, one green with the katuk and one without it to make some super powerful flu fighting drinks.

Combined, turmeric, ginger and black pepper provides a great immune boosting injection of goodness. 

And so does more hugging. Always hug more. Laugh more and love more.

Yes Life Is Awesome.

Travel With Children

TRAVEL WITH …..

CHILdREN

Thinking of traveling with your kids? 

Well it definitely helps if they are cute and cool.

Cute and cool kids get you a long way.

 

I for one am fortunate to have one of those. Although he is going through that stage of feeling self conscious of his looks with long blonde hair, his great personality and zest for life is adored by everyone he meets.

By just being his mum I get to jump queues, get let on the bus first, sometimes with out even having to pay and get free ice cream at times.

He gets free stuff all the time. Fluffy toys, t shirts, pocket knives, compasses, machetes, bikes and even kittens.

I have been traveling with my super cute and cool kid since he was a baby.

People want to talk to me a lot about him, about me and about us traveling. And at times these people that talk to me offer to house us, take him places and hang out with him so I can have free time and show us around their home towns just because they love my kid.

It is like the cute kid opens up the universe ahead of me.

One piece of advice I will give about traveling with a baby is put them in a sling. Get rid of that bulky pram/stroller thing that takes up room, creates stress full moments in awkward situations. Like at the airport when you can't fold the damn thing up and people behind you get extremely annoyed. People who don't have kids and people like me who refuse to use them.

Besides, the last thing your baby needs when you are traveling is to be seperate from you. Believe me. It is a way lot easier lugging a piece of cloth around than a bundle of plastic and metal that always needs assistance to move, lift and store. 

Over sized luggage is a pain in the bum and when traveling you need to be downsizing on that stuff.

Benefits of having your baby in a sling are:

1. You can run for the bus and just jump on whilst it is moving, extremely important in places like India, Nepal, Buenos Aires and Lima.
   
   
2. You can fit into those tuk tuk cabs... which are generally smaller than the average stroller anyway. 
   
   
3. It is easy to fit yourself into those little quaint cafes in Europe where there is hardly any room for two people at a table let alone two people, a baby and the stroller!
   
   
4. You don't take up more space on the already over crowded tiny side walks famous in places like Bali, Bangkok and Hong Kong. People will like you better for this.
   
   
5. Your baby can sleep anywhere allowing you to the theater and live performances in cities such as Barcelona where tango dancers will make you sweat and hot under the collar. 
   
   
6. People in Cultures such as Indonesia can't keep touching your paler skinned and blondish baby because they are nestled basically right on top of your breasts.
   
   
7. You wont have to be dealing with wheels getting stuck all the time in cobblestones or the cracks and potholes that make up most of the side walks world wide.
   
   
8. When we were in Bali I use to strap my baby to me when I was on the scooter at sleep time. Whilst I rode through rice paddies and back streets sight seeing he would snooze as I cruised.
   
   
9. When traveling in countries where they also wear their babies, you get great brownie points. People smile at you a lot and the women want to talk to you. You are invited into the folds of the fabric of their social circles.

Traveling with kids means that most nights you will be in bed early.

This is good for your health. No hang overs means a nicer mummy and it also means that you eat better as you are not trying to grease your liver to soak up  poison you drank the night before. It kind of means you save money as well.

Another piece of advice, take a pack of UNO cards and let your kid know how important it s you get your cup of coffee in the morning.

My kid has it down pat. We get up, he eats breakfast, we go down cobble stone streets or stumble through a jungle to a cafe and we play UNO.

He is a lot better now at playing the game than he was when we left Australia three years ago.

Quite the champion.

Playing cards with your kid may seem old fashion but it creates connection and a lot of laughter.

After he has had enough of the game he will go off to catch lizards. This means I get to have another cup of coffee.

Always let your kids catch things. Geckos, frogs, ants, dragon flies, flies, turtles and fish if they can. Anything to keep them engaged with their immediate surroundings. 

 Better than screen time it also means that the people around at the time seeing it all happen get to ooohh and aaaahh a lot and tell you how cool you are for letting them do it. So many of us sit around now a days looking at devices that when a kid is seen actively playing it reminds others that life is right in front of them.

What I have found letting my kid do stuff like that attracts really good looking young men. And these men want to hang out with my cool kid.

When these good looking young men have skate boards it is even better. As we are not traveling with one, but my kid loves to skate, there are endless offers for him to go skating with said hot man.

This is a bonus.

 Eye candy. 

It is one thing to be told by other parents and older people that my kid is so lucky to be having the life that he is having. But it is a something else when the hot young blood tells me that I am a great mum and how cool is his life!! Eye candy and points all in one.

 

Most falter at the thought of taking kids traveling.

 But I say do it !

I have taken my kid around the world since he was 15 months old. He turned ten one month ago and has visited thirteen counties in his short but wild decade.

As far as he is concerned he is the luckiest boy he knows and is grateful for every single moment.

 

Although he was sleeping when I saw the Dalai Lama, he has ridden on the shoulders of Micheal Franti in Bali, snorkeled around sea snakes in the Spice Islands, been horse riding with only a rug and rope 5 000 m above sea level in Peru.

 He has been to Disney land in Paris and flew paper aero planes off of the Eifle tower, rode an elephant inside a rescue sanctuary, looked after injured monkeys and toucans and sat on the roof of buses in Paraguay ( don't tell the grandparents ! ).

He has Steered a scooter through Denpasar ( holy shit don't tell them that either ), works voluntary at a reptile park in Costa Rica, has learnt to plant with the moon cycles and catch snakes, picked figs in Turkey and played soccer in the streets of Istanbul, had food fights on beaches, slept in caves, slept over in an orphanage in Peru, patted llamas in the streets of Cusco and had his foot nibbled by a dolphin in Hawaii.

 

 These are just some of the experiences he has had whilst learning another language and learning that people all around the world are basically the same.

 We all want to be loved and to love, it is just that we all have a different way of showing it.

Taking kids on holidays rock.

As a single mum I decided to turn the wait for the quissential family holiday on some paradise get away into a life time of travel by the seats of our pants.

In fact traveling with my wild child is one of the most awesome things I do.

So! Lets Talk About Forgiveness.

So........

lets talk about forgiveness.

This past weeks planetary chaos of Mercury, Mars, Pluto, Jupiter and Saturn in frickin' retrograde all at the same time has been a kin to seven one tonne trucks colliding through the brick wall of my protection throwing dirty laundry around like a hurricane whilst still having to get on with business as usual.

Except today was not so usual.

Being Sunday it was a beach day. A day spent on the beach consoling friends that are each going through their own version of heavy shit. Using the crashing waves to wash away our tears and fears our kids played hard on their boogy boards and laughed at the ocean as we women sobbed.

 

Come two o'clock in the afternoon I needed to be on the internet virtually gathering with a rather fabulous group of women in a conference meeting room.

We all know that with Mercury Retrograde every few months for a few weeks we experience mountains of issues with phones, computers and all electronic communication going haywire.

Mercury Retrograde on a Sunday here in Costa Rica is hell.

Any given Sunday the limited band width of small town internet is bogged down with the new culture of screen time replacing lazy family hammock connection with every man, woman, child and pet mindlessly scrolling down fluro flashes of other people moments in time.

So even though I found myself in a cafe with good wifi ( bonus #1 ) and they served REALLY GOOD coffee ( bonus #2, #3, #4 and so on to infinity) I spent in between my soul warming sips of latte trying to consistently re connect, re boot and re trying to get online with these women in Australia.

Frustrated that I was not able to full fill my part within the online gathering I took solace that it had to do mostly with the dance of the five planets whirling above. Much has been written about pausing in this time. BUT as they say when a planet and more so with five planets going into retrograde opportunities are thrown at us to review, re-visit, remember, re-wire, re-do, re-claim and release.

Weather we damn well want to or not.

With our hands tied behind our backs and cream pies thrown into our faces we are forced to look at all the shit we have done, created and had done to us with trillions of opportunities to forgive.

Grumble grumble, holy hell and really? Right now? This minute?

Well yes.

So even though Mercury messes with electrical wires and stuff the same planet can give us a second chance of communicating with someone where things didn’t go well the first time around. Often we get to unexpectedly bump into our past gaining the chance for some juicy closure or simply receive a message helping us on our yellow brick path.

This is exactly what happened for me in Sibu.

Finally giving up on the meeting, ordering another latte I not only received a message from one dark shadow of a male in my past, but three. All at the same time.

Holy shit.

Three different men, three different continents and three different heart breaks.

Bam...

By the end of all three face book calls and messages, forgiveness was in full flight, loads of love was flying around, kisses galore and promises of speaking again soon.

After spending time in my past it was time to look at my present.

Time to forgive those moments of red flags ignored.

Whilst the planets have been causing havoc upstairs, my life on earth has been caught in a whirlwind of promise with big lips that liked to kiss, but at the end of the day it is not enough.

What does it take for a man to rock my world?

A hell of a lot I am finding out.

So the search still continues and in the meantime I will join Pluto who loves a good detox, be it physical, mental, emotional or spiritual.

Running again up damn steep hills, concentrating on releasing old habits, purging some issues with and without a swig of Ayauasca, I think I will go on retreat in my own house, in my own beautiful jungle, do some hard core healing, clear out my house and wardrobe whilst continuing to keep on following my shiny juicy inner guidance.

CHOCOLATE oh CHOCOLATE

Chocolate 

Five things to do with chocolate that does not involve eating.

Glorious Chocolate.

Massage.

This would have to be one of my favourites. Pushing most people I know to their erotic edge, being covered in or covering someone else in chocolate conjures up sensual and often wicked thoughts.

Most people ask me when inquiring about the chocolate massage that I give, if someone comes and licks it off!!

“Well if you invite someone along, yes!”. 

Other wise a warm shower is recommended!     
To do a massage, melt the desired amount of cacao paste with generous amounts of coconut oil and even some cacao butter if you like. For a full body you will need about half a kilo of paste, at least a cup of oil and a generous blob of cacao butter.  For the face you may like to seperate a small amount and add honey or sweetener so that it tastes good if it finds its way to the receivers mouth during the massage !!  Put on some good music, cover the floor with old towels and if you can keep the mixture warm through out the massage with a hot a plate or keep the pot of chocolate bay marie style in warm water then brilliant!  Massage as you would with oil.  Breath in the aroma and feel the effects of the ancient bean working its sensuous magic for both yourself the giver and the receiver.

Pray.

The Mayan Goddess of Chocolate, Ixcacao , has a humble but very honorable origin. An earth goddess, an ancient fertility goddess in a matriarchial society where it was women's work to gather crops and see to it that everyone was fed, her divine responsibility was to banish hunger and provide safety and security to the people.  A good woman to pray to!  I have cacao pods on my alter and include the vision of decadence, nuture and the ancient goddess in my visions as I meditate in the morning. If I am building an alter of gratitude, especially before a feast to share with friends, I always include a cacao pod or cacao beans amongst my crystals, feathers and other important finds from mother nature.

Body Oil.

When I lived in Peru, amongst mountains covered in snow and in freezing cold weather for the most part, many people asked me how was it I maintained a healthy glow much like a suntan.  Well it was chocolate.  I would melt with a generous amount of coconut oil, cacao, enough to colour the oil, but not too much to make it actual eating chocolate.  My morning ritual, was rather decadent.  Before showering I would warm this mix and then I would have warm coconut oil to cover myself with once out of the shower.  It was always commented on how I smelt like chocolate.  I have to say this is my favourite body lotion ever.   Made in my very own kitchen from two of my favourite products.   Chocolate and coconut oil.

Paint.

Instead of toxic paints use melted chocolate. A sweet smelling gift for the grandparents or step it up a notch for a lover. Roll yourself covered in chocolate over a large canvas leaving imprints and images of your body parts!  Eco friendly, fun and smells delicious.

Plant.

Yes chocolate grows on trees.  The cacao tree is commonly called Madre Cacao.  Theobroma cacao meaning "Food of the Gods" a name coined by the swedish Linneus, that merged the greek words "Theo" god "broma" food with the Maya cacao.  Plant one, build an altar under it, harvest the pods, ferment the beans, dry them and grind them and there you have your very own chocolate.  Life does not get much better than that !!

Australia to Costa Rica

Australia to Costa Rica

As Published in The CostaRicaNews

http://thecostaricanews.com/ 

Raising my son on the road.

This is the third time we have been to Costa Rica and this time we are here to stay.
According to my son whom is about to turn ten years old next week, we are not moving.
Well he isn’t.
I am free to keep on travelling and visiting other countries if I want to but for now he is staying put.

He declared this to me a few weeks ago whilst we were lazing in hammocks on our balcony overlooking the forest that lay between us and the not so distant ocean view.
In our hands we held the first pick of the guanoabana season.
To be more precise the guanoabana was dripping all over our hands,fingers and arms whilst running down our chins.

I have not been taken by such a delightful and heart stopping taste sensation of a fruit since I tried the  perfect Lucuma in Peru two years ago. And that experience was like eating soft fluffy caramel.

The delectable sweet white flesh of the guanoabana tasted better than any sort of ice-cream I have ever had. Until this experience I had never seen one or known that this fruit existed.

Exotic Mangoes

Back in my home country of Australia growing up in the eighties and nineties mango was the most exotic and sought after fruit around. If you were lucky that is.
Here in the mountain range between Dominical and Perez Zeledon , at an average of 700 colones per kilo ( about  $1.40 ) in our local surrounding markets mangoes are as common as apples use to be.

Where we live in this small community of a mix bunch of both foreigners and locals alike, everyone is excited for guanoabana season.
The fruit is regarded as a treasure.
Eyes glaze over whilst smiles broaden at the mere mention of eating one.
  Our house is surrounded by trees that grow the fruit and we spend each day keeping a close eye on the large green bulging spiky balls of deliciousness making sure we spot the perfect time to pick them before the Toucans get to them first.

This is how I saw that the fist guanoabana was ready to pick. A huge toucan flew above and rested in a branch not far from where I was sitting. Dribbling out of its huge colourful bill was the white flesh of the fruit. I retraced a path from where the toucan had flown and found a half eaten very ripe guanoabana about to fall from its branch.

Jack Pot. 

Rescuing what was left I spent the afternoon in fruit heaven with my son beside me declaring his love of this country and his complete non interest of moving.

And I have to say I can’t blame him.
We left Australia three years ago after making a relatively easy and for all tense and purposes quick decision that life in the west was not for us.
Sitting on the floor of the small shop in the industrial estate of Byron Bay in New South Wales from where I was attempting to run a clothing label business, my then six year old son and I made plans to sell everything and leave.
Life in Australia was typically geared towards the need to work more for more consumption and it was glaring down at me way too brightly for my liking.
Leaving was only the real plan we had.
 The mere act of packing up and flying out would surely set in motion the realisation of where we would need to go.

No fixed plans 

 

 

With no fixed plans at all we spent three months in Bali followed by three weeks in France and Belgium visiting grandparents to then arrive in San Jose just after my sons seventh birthday.

Having never set foot onto Central America before strangely enough nothing felt out of place at all.
Feeling at ease as if we were at home we quickly found our forest groove living in an intentional community outside of Nosara in the Guanacaste area.
Never being one to have worn shoes even in cities such as Brisbane or Sydney and definitely not on the island of Bali in Indonesia, my son found his kindred posse of young boys with bare feet and wild long hair amongst the howler monkeys running through the over growth of dense greenery.
Tarzan, Mogly and Peter Pan all seemed to be gathered in the one spot and it happened to be close to the small wooden cabin with no walls we then called home. 

 

After six months of a simple but wild life of beach days, hot days and intense rainy days filled with snakes, monkeys, humming birds and turtles we decided to go to Peru to live for awhile. Although he had learnt to speak many words of German and Hebrew, community living was not giving my son the chance to learn Spanish. It was time to go further south on the continent and try some mountain living and local village integration for the chance to grasp the Spanish language.

Two years later

That was exactly two years ago now.
Back in the warm climate of this lush land of Costa Rica no on can quite pick where we are from. I use to live in Paraguay decades ago where I learnt my Spanish and still can be heard to have an Argentinian tilt of an accent from a marriage in my late twenties.
Constantly jumping from his Peruvian street twang to the local slur of the “Tico tongue” many now believe that my son was born here. I am proud to say that no one ever guesses we are Australian. From Brazil maybe, and not often asked if we are from the US of A , our origins are a constant flux of conversation.

So for now Costa Rica it is.
With local food markets that are like theme parks with new rides and sights each time we go, the extensive variety of fresh fruit and vegetables alone are enough to keep us here.
We drink fresh water straight from the spring and every sunrise is accompanied with the sound of howler monkeys on the ridge.
Birds of every colour, butterflies as large as my hands and wild horses grace our every day.
Brightly coloured frogs, lizards as green as can be and insects the size of small mammals are everywhere.
Armadillos come by noisily at night rummaging through the pile of opened coconuts that lay beside our house.
The surrounding nature is a living playground with the animals as the characters that keep us highly intrigued, entertained and in constant awe.

Life in our little patch of paradise here in Costa Rica is rich with surprises, intense colour and constant joy. Pure Vida may be the local catch cry to describe everything from health, state of mind and the weather, but our life is a pure life in deed when we get to live in surroundings so alive and incredibly beautiful.
I am with my son on this one.
There is no need to move and for now Costa Rica is definitely our home.




Hailing originally from Australia Melissa has been traveling the world on and off for the past twenty five years.
A blogger, chocolate maker, clothes designer and fresh water lover her biggest passion is raising her beautiful and wild son with the world as their classroom.
Currently living in Costa Rica and writing her first book you can find her on Instagram and Facebook as “yeslifeisawesome”.

Jungle Vegan Chocolate Ice Cream

Recipes from the Jungle Kitchen

Super food, Super delicious and super easy

vegan 

ice cream 

In the afternoons after taking a walk amongst the deep green that surrounds our home we sometimes feel like a big tub of ice cream. 

At times it is all we want to eat here in this part of Costa Rica because it can get so hot.

Although we live in the mountians we are not far from the beach and still feel the soaring heat during the day.

With no ice cream palour near by or even new age raw treat cafe to frequent it is all about the jungle and my kitchen.

And with a recipe like this you can eat it foe breakfast ! Lunch ! or Dinner !

Filled with electrolytes, nutrients and minerals it is

Perfect for any meal. Especially for the little ones, and those of us that are still little at heart !

No food miles, only food meters and ALL Local from Costa Rica.

Jungle Vegan Banana Chocolate Ice cream.

Ingredients:

Frozen bananas ( I used  5 )

3 to 4 heaped Tble spoons of cacao powder

Pipa  (coconut ) water .. from one pipa

Jelly of 1 or 2 pipa (coconuts)

A handful of Chia seeds

Extra add "ins" if you like 

Cinnamon

Hemp seeds

tsp of Maca powder

Blend in a blender until smooth.

How perfect is this for a quick breakfast ?

Especially with the seeds added in it is great for you kids and they will LOVE the idea of chocolate ice cream for breakfast.