I think I’ve done a pretty good job keeping my pumpkin obsession under wraps thus far. But I cannot guarantee anything from here on out. I’ve broken open my first can and I cannot help myself.
I’m like a junkie looking for her next fix in her meth lab in the woods. Except my meth lab is my kitchen, and my next fix is pumpkin ANYTHING.
I love today.
It’s a perfectly crisp end of summer warm day. I also made Banana Frozen yogurt. It’s waiting for me in the freezer.
What I’m about to disclose is going to get a little hairy. Not like hair in the food, or back hair, or caterpillar eyebrows, or anything gross and unappetizing. I mean dicey, touch-and-go if you will… Did I just ruin everything?
I live with a small man child. This being said; he requested an ice cream cake for his Berffday.
I went ahead and gave myself a high five and big man chest bump after I made this ice cream. I did a triple back flip after I tasted it. It is the real deal, loaded down with heavy whipping cream, making it the ultimate indulgence. I try to steer clear of buying REAL ice cream, but making it is a different story. How can it be summertime if I don’t make at least a few batches of the hard stuff? That’s what I thought.
Instead of flopping yourself into that plastic 1′ deep water kiddy pool fully clothed, or wandering around with one of those frosty neck handkerchiefs and a mini handheld fan, or thinking Crocks are socially acceptable, or opening the freezer just to stick your head into it, or drinking a load of beer because you’re “too hot” make this little frosty treat. This is much more appealing and attractive to all parties involved.
There is nothing better than ice cream on a warm sunny day. Or ice cream on a cool winter night, snuggled under a blankie watching Entourage. Or riding shotgun on a country road listening to Tom Petty and just licking away on an ice cream cone. Or walking down the boardwalk eating a waffle cone. I can actually enjoy ice cream in any situation. Go ahead, give me a scenario and I’ll tell you how I could enjoy ice cream in the given scene. I truly believe you cannot eat ice cream with a puss on your face.
Yo’ Yo’ Yo’…
Oh, I’m sorry was that embarrassing? For you maybe, definitely not for me. Fro Yo folks. Lets just talk about this for a moment. The other day in the grocery store I had a major hoarders moment. I will be the first to admit, I love a good bargain, especially when it’s on organic produce. I tend to get a little ambitious and a little carried away. Hence, where this hoarding mentality enters stage left.
The store was having a MASSIVE organic strawberry sale. I, without even thinking bought 4 cartons. 4 guys! For a household of two people, one of which doesn’t eat strawberries unless I’m pretty much stuffing them into his face, romantically, of course.
My name is Adrienne Rhea and I live in the country. This is where most of my lollygagging takes place. I am a self proclaimed pie goddess who loves cooking and baking. I am cowgirl meets Rodeo Drive. Welcome to my world.
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