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Well, technically, it was more like a mid-morning snack. And it wasn't strictly ice cream*.
Let me back up.
Okay. I'm on this hardcore, awful, brutal diet, right? And achieving results, so... yay, sort of. And I guess I cheated. Fell off the wagon. Tied one on, because... get ready for this...
I HAD A BANANA.
In what fascist diet dictatorship is a banana cheating? I don't want to live in a world like that. Do you? I didn't think so. *solidarity fist bump*
My husband would love a world like that. He hates bananas. Thinks they're responsible for 1/16th of the evil in the world. You'll have to ask him about the things that comprise the other 15/16th. I'm sure he's told me, but he talks a LOT. I can't be expected to remember everything, can I?
So. Today I give you a tutorial. This is how to make ice cream* with one ingredient. You're intrigued, right?
Bananas. That's the one ingredient.
Once bananas get brown and spotty, it's like they have THE PLAGUE around here. Nolan wouldn't ever touch them, but at this point in the banana ripening process, they become invisible to Ethan and AJ, too.
Frankly, I won't eat them, either. I like my bananas yellow, thankyouverymuch.
So step one: You peel the banana and chop it into pieces, and put it in the freezer. These had been in the freezer for about a day, I think.
Tom (Mom's hubby) made the bowl. I love Tom, and I love these bowls. I broke one last night and wept a little.
But we aren't here for me to tell you about my dishware catharsis. We are here for ICE CREAM*!
So you put your frozen banana chunks into the food processor (A blender might work. There would be some scraping down of the sides, though), and pulse. Pulse, pulse, pulse. Until it looks a little like banana gruel. Soldier on, though, because the good part is coming! I scraped and scraped down the sides, probably four or five times, and by the time I had been pulsing for a few minutes, it had achieved the consistency of very creamy ice cream.
Only, I'm gonna be honest with you. It wasn't ice cream.
Come on. I'm not delusional.
Alright, sometimes I might see the occasional hallucination, but I know ice cream (my rear end is a testament), and this, although really very good, satisfying and pretty darn healthy, wasn't Blue Bell homemade vanilla. Just saying.
But it was very good. You should try it. Or if you can afford the calories, just go all out and have the Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey. Or Haagen Daas Coffee. Or Blue Bell Moo-Lennium.
While you're at it, have a bowl for me, too.
* - Okay, so it wasn't ice cream. So sue.
And there's just a few more hours til August's contest is over. Go write a poem and win a prize!
Let me back up.
Okay. I'm on this hardcore, awful, brutal diet, right? And achieving results, so... yay, sort of. And I guess I cheated. Fell off the wagon. Tied one on, because... get ready for this...
I HAD A BANANA.
In what fascist diet dictatorship is a banana cheating? I don't want to live in a world like that. Do you? I didn't think so. *solidarity fist bump*
My husband would love a world like that. He hates bananas. Thinks they're responsible for 1/16th of the evil in the world. You'll have to ask him about the things that comprise the other 15/16th. I'm sure he's told me, but he talks a LOT. I can't be expected to remember everything, can I?
So. Today I give you a tutorial. This is how to make ice cream* with one ingredient. You're intrigued, right?
Bananas. That's the one ingredient.
Once bananas get brown and spotty, it's like they have THE PLAGUE around here. Nolan wouldn't ever touch them, but at this point in the banana ripening process, they become invisible to Ethan and AJ, too.
Frankly, I won't eat them, either. I like my bananas yellow, thankyouverymuch.
So step one: You peel the banana and chop it into pieces, and put it in the freezer. These had been in the freezer for about a day, I think.
Tom (Mom's hubby) made the bowl. I love Tom, and I love these bowls. I broke one last night and wept a little.
But we aren't here for me to tell you about my dishware catharsis. We are here for ICE CREAM*!
So you put your frozen banana chunks into the food processor (A blender might work. There would be some scraping down of the sides, though), and pulse. Pulse, pulse, pulse. Until it looks a little like banana gruel. Soldier on, though, because the good part is coming! I scraped and scraped down the sides, probably four or five times, and by the time I had been pulsing for a few minutes, it had achieved the consistency of very creamy ice cream.
Only, I'm gonna be honest with you. It wasn't ice cream.
Come on. I'm not delusional.
Alright, sometimes I might see the occasional hallucination, but I know ice cream (my rear end is a testament), and this, although really very good, satisfying and pretty darn healthy, wasn't Blue Bell homemade vanilla. Just saying.
But it was very good. You should try it. Or if you can afford the calories, just go all out and have the Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey. Or Haagen Daas Coffee. Or Blue Bell Moo-Lennium.
While you're at it, have a bowl for me, too.
* - Okay, so it wasn't ice cream. So sue.
And there's just a few more hours til August's contest is over. Go write a poem and win a prize!
