Healthy Chickpea Peanut Butter Banana Muffins Recipe (V, GF, Oil-free, Refined Sugar-free)

You, guys. I just made chickpea peanut butter banana muffins (loosely inspired by @cheaplazyvegan’s chickpea peanut butter cookies on YouTube, which I watched in the shower this morning). I honestly didn’t think using chickpea flour will work, but here they are – with a huge sign of approval by my three cavemen.

Lately, I’ve been experimenting on vegan treats that my father can eat, since he’s been put on a starch-free diet by his naturopathic doctor (who I think is a quack, but that’s another story). And so far, I think I’m succeeding. It’s the first time I made this recipe but it turned out really delicious. It’s also packed with plant protein, healthy fats, fiber, and omega 3s, and it’s one-bowl, too! I bet it’s not low calorie, but what adult can survive on 1,200 calories a day, honestly? Anyway, it has a considerable amount of protein per serving so it’s very satiating already. *wink*

SUPER HEALTHY CHICKPEA PEANUT BUTTER BANANA MUFFINS (vegan, gluten-free, grain-free, oil-free, refined sugar-free)
Yield: 12

3/4 cup unsweetened peanut butter (I used @inanutshellph peanutterbutter)
3/4 cup coconut milk
1/2 cup agave nectar (or maple syrup or coconut nectar)
4 tbsp zero-calorie sweetener (optional but recommended)
1 tbsp vanilla extract
1 cup mashed ripe bananas
2 flax eggs (2 tbsp flax seed meal + 6 tbsp water)
1 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
1 2/3 cups chickpea flour

Optional toppings:
Vegan semisweet chocolate chips
Banana, sliced into discs

1. Preheat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit and line your muffin tins.
2. In a bowl, whisk together peanut buttet and coconut milk until smooth.
3. Add agave nectar, zero-calorie sweetener if using, vanilla extract, mashed bananas, flax eggs, baking soda, and salt and whisk until combined.
4. Mix in chickpea flour in two or three batches and stir until just combined.
5. Divide into muffin tins. If using, top with chocolate chips and banana discs. I like the banana discs because there’s absolutely no doubt what that muffin is. Haha.
6. Bake for 20 minutes or until a toothpick inserted comes out clean.
7. When done, cool in the muffin tins for about five minutes before transferring to a wire rack to completely cool.
8. Enjoy!

Recipe: One-Bowl Hemp Peanut Butter Cookies (Vegan, Keto)

Brace yourselves… I just made vegan keto cookies. Vegan. Keto. Cookies. That also happened to be packed with protein, omega 3s, and fiber. That also happened to be delicious. And light.
Okay. I have to be honest: I love my carbs and can’t imagine living without rice and bread. But I’ve been thinking of trying vegan keto for quite some time, just so I can have an opinion about it. I’m perfectly happy with my healthy and balanced diet and don’t need to lose any more weight, but I don’t want to go around bashing something I know nothing about. I’m still wary because I’m worried about getting enough protein since most plant protein sources are also higher in carbs, so I don’t think I’m diving into the vegan keto thing anytime soon.

Anyway, I got bored being home alone on a Friday and decided to finally make something out of hulled hemp seeds sitting in the fridge. (I ordered it from iHerb last year and almost got me a problem with the law for importing hemp. Hahaha. Philippine laws.) I also have an unopened bag of flax seeds that I need to use before it expires.

So, enough with the long intro. Ladies and gentlemen, here’s the recipe.


Yield: 24 1-tbsp cookies


  • 1/2 cup stevia-sweetened peanut butter (I used Lily’s Peanut Spread Lite)
  • 1/2 cup unsweetened almond milk
  • 1 tsp baking powder
  • 3/4 tsp baking soda
  • 1/2 tsp salt
  • 1 tbsp vanilla
  • 1 cup hulled hemp seeds
  • 2/3 cup ground flax seeds
  • 1/3 cup unsweetened shredded coconut
  • 2 tbsp coconut flour


  1. Preheat oven to 150 degrees Celsius. Here, I just used my trusty turbo oven.
  2. In a bowl, combine peanut butter and milk until smooth. Stir in baking powder, baking soda, salt, and vanilla extract.
  3. Stir in hemp seeds, ground flax seeds, and shredded coconut and mix just until combined. Add in coconut flour if mixture is too runny.
  4. Shape into tablespoon-sized balls and flatten between palms. You may also use the bottom of your measuring cup to flatten the dough. If desired, you may also make it a bit fancy by adding that crisscross pattern by pressing the top with the flat side of a fork. Make sure to wipe the fork after each press because the dough will stick onto it.
  5. Arrange on your baking sheet. Keep a good space in between because, believe it or not, they will spread. Bake for 12-15 minutes in the oven.
  6. Once baked, let cool for about 5 minutes before transferring onto a cooling rack and cool completely.

I’m not really a fan of super sweet desserts, so my cookies taste fine for me, but you may add more sugarfree sweetener if you prefer yours sweeter.

Enjoy! But don’t eat it all in one sitting, okay?

Had a really judgy b*tch moment today.

I laughed. In my head. At someone who keeps on describing herself as “good” and “not shallow.” I responded, “Now, that’s not really for you to decide,” but only in my head.

This is one of my infinite bad traits. I’m judgmental. I try HARD not to be. Sometimes I succeed, at least to the extent of not saying my mean thoughts out loud, which simply is the same sin, right? I did feel guilty thinking those words and I always remind myself not to feel superior to anyone. Still, it feels sad that goodness doesn’t come naturally to me… that I still have to constantly make the decision to do the right thing. I mean… why am I not a naturally good person?

Speaking of traits, I’ve always found it impossible to find good things about myself. There’s a page in my planner that requires me to write five positive character traits people say about me but I haven’t finished it until now. (I was only able to write two, and one doesn’t even qualify because being smart is not a character trait.) I wonder if that’s because of the online self-awareness class I took (but didn’t finish) years ago or all that preaching from Church that remind me of my cruelty. Knowing myself is good, but is not seeing anything good about me a good thing, too?

Naaah. Nevermind. I just wanted to say I feel bad for being bad.

How to be interesting

I have no free time. I work out at 3 am. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, Francis and I cook food for our small vegan delivery business, while on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I relieve Mama from her kitchen duties to make the family’s breakfast. From 8 am to 5 pm, I am at the library. (I am a librarian by profession.) After work, I have church duties or catechism. By 8 pm, I will have to be in bed for my six- to seven-hour sleep. I can say that lunch break is my only free hour where I either eat, sleep, or squeeze in some social duties. Nonetheless, every hour of my day is well-accounted for. (I am typing this in between processing books.) Sometimes I find unscheduled free time on weekends, during which I read books or practice baking or play with our dog. These are rarities.

This was not always the case. I was never productive. Twenty four hours seemed too long. I watched a lot of TV. I Facebook-ed too much. (I disabled the app on my phone and only take a short peek to check job-related announcements on a closed group. Now even scrolling on Instagram and Youtube have gotten boring. And nothing on Netflix is interesting enough to give up a little bit of my time for.) I was bored. I was boring.

Well, it’s not that the things I do are “interesting” by today’s people’s standards. I’m not a billionaire or an Instagram influencer to afford to travel a lot. My middle class job requires me to be a stereotypical librarian. (Seriously. My college friends manage to make librarianship look glamorous.) I’m not even adventurous as a person so don’t expect me riding the rapids or diving off planes on parachutes. I’m also not doing a lot of activism or goodwill. My IG feed is not even curated. Because… right? For today’s audience, these are what makes someone interesting.

But my life is interesting according to my standards. I am doing the things that give me joy and meaning: making vegan food with Francis, being a stereotypical librarian who happens to love books, being a church reader and a local catechist. I also love looking after my physical self by working out, eating well, and getting enough sleep. I am not forced to do anything that I don’t love.

Most of all, I love everyone who gets access to my life now. I have let go of trying to please everybody and wanting to be everyone’s friend. And the haters and the naysayers? I don’t even have the time to think about them.

I don’t strive to be interesting. I just do me.


I don’t usually tell people I’m Catholic, not because I’m not happy to be one but because I don’t want people thinking bad of the Church because they know me as a bad person. I don’t also tell people I’m a Christian because I’m far from it. But when our catechist asked if I was willing to be part of the local catechists group, I said yes because I’ve felt quite a long time ago that I’m called for something like this. Who would have thought that this girl who dreaded every recitation, every oral report at school, who trembled and cried and literally lost her voice every time she had to speak in public would end up proclaiming the Word during mass? Moreover, who would’ve thought that I’m going to be a local catechist? I, for one, never did. It really is impossible to read God’s mind. When I was asked if I agreed (for like everything in this way, free will is needed) I thought I would be of service to the church and to our community by being a catechist, but now I know that I get much more from this than I give. The excitement I felt two years ago for discovering new things about Jesus and the Church is starting to return. It was easy to lose that when things became repetitive. Now I’m regaining the eagerness to listen not only to the catecheses but to the lectors and priests at mass as well. I am regaining the love for the Eucharist I lost when Church started to feel like an obligation. Now I look forward to reading the transcript in advance and meditate on the words on my own. I know it wasn’t me. I didn’t ask for this. Jesus, like each time in my journey, was the first to approach. He made the effort to bring me here. And I Mary-ed (“Be it done to me according to your Word”) myself to Him without hesitation or second thoughts, unlike before. Saying yes to Him this time finally feels like home.