Y’all. Is it getting hot where you are? It’s starting to feel like summer in California, and the warm breezes and hot sun have me bursting out the door in the morning ready to take on the day…it’s got me feelin’ Good As Hell.
I’ve geared up for summer with my new side hustle as a spin instructor (with this song on repeat), with chilled gazpacho on the patio, with a new striped maxi dress, and with these creamy, dreamy, frosty pops.
These popsicles fall in to the guilt-free dessert zone for me. No added …keep reading
You have popsicle molds, right?? If you don’t, you need to raid the summer sale section of the store today.
Everyone needs a cold, refreshing treat when it’s blazing hot outside, and easy homemade pops are clearly the way to go. Lately I’ve just been buying bags of frozen organic berries, blending them up, and mixing in a hint of sweetness and a fun add-in or two. One of my recent favorites is raspberries with lemon and a splash of cherry simple syrup (And if you’re willing to invest in a more involved pop, my Creamy Pistachio Cardamom Pops are off the hook.)
Looking to mix it up, I tried a coconut milk-based pop with blueberries, and then I got a little crazy…hang with me for a minute. I added honey for sweetness, lemon zest for brightness amongst all the creaminess, and lastly, fresh thyme to mirror the lemoniness and add that earthy, herby note the way thyme does.
This one is a little on the adventurous side, but I think the combo is definitely worth a try. My professional taste-testers (*cough* boyfriend *cough* roommate) wanted to make sure Continue reading
I’m feelin good. 2014 so far has thrown me some curve balls, but it has been a great restart. I believe you should restart anytime throughout the year in a “New Year’s Resolution” kind of way whenever you need it. I did a surprisingly good job on my resolutions last year but didn’t seriously sit down to make new ones for 2014 – they just sort of happened to me.
I’m starting my new year – Le Petit Artichaut just turned two and I’m about to embark on another year myself. I’m fully focusing on me and the amazing people I have in my life. I’m at a new restaurant as a pastry cook! That means I work more, but I’m so so happy with it. I’m totally taking a break from Continue reading
Let’s talk pops.
Growing up I always used to have popsicles in the summer – the perfect reprieve from the heat. (Wait, can we just take a moment to recognize how OPPRESSIVE this heat is?! I hope it’s not as bad where you live, but DC is just oppressive right now. I felt like I was going to pass out on a simple 30 minute walk yesterday…at 7:30PM.)
Anyway! As a kid, we would always have the fresh fruit pops in my grandparents’ house in Florida, we would chase the ice cream truck down the street in our other grandparents’ neighborhood in Maryland, and our parents would treat us to a pop of our choosing at the ice cream carts lining the walkways around the monuments in D.C. – usually a chocolate and vanilla cone or one of those red, white, and blue Firecracker popsicles (remember those?!). Needless to say, I used to love popsicles and making them occasionally with my mom, but sadly, I’ve dropped off in my pop consumption in the second half of my life so far.
But I’m here this summer to change that! I bought some popsicle molds, and we’re gonna go crazy! I’ve already made two different kinds (more comin’ at you next week), and I hope you’re just as delighted with this creamy, dreamy pop as I am!
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Let’s eat ice cream with reckless abandon. Let’s go for a long, aimless walk. Let’s have another glass of wine – because we deserve it. Let’s do the sprinkler dance in the middle of a crowded place – because we can. Let’s give up our need to impress people.
You do you.
Let’s just let go. Embrace who you are and own it. The right people will love you for who you are. Truth.
Now let’s go eat ALL the strawberries we got at the farmers market with our friends. But we’re gonna do something crazy here. Don’t be scared, but we’re going to roast the strawberries in balsamic and a hint of sugar and scoop them over some creamy vanilla ice cream. (Reckless abandon!) Balsamic naturally gets sweeter when it’s condensed, and that’s what we’re doing here – the berries and the balsamic create a sweet and slightly tangy sauce that goes beautifully with our ice cream.
Go ahead, have another scoop, and don’t be sorry about it!
Here’s what we did:
Roasted Balsamic Strawberries
*Recipe courtesy of Elizabeth :)
Preheat the oven to 400 degrees.
Remove the leafy tops of the strawberries and half or quarter them depending on their size.
-1 quart of fresh strawberries
Toss the cut berries with:
-2 Tbs. good balsamic vinegar (we’re condensing the flavor, so best not to use the cheapest stuff.)
-1 Tbs. sugar (use more if you like it super sweet.)
Spread the berry mixture on a baking sheet lined with foil and roast them in the oven for about 20 minutes until they’re soft and have released a lot of juice.
Remove them from the oven, and pick up the entire piece of foil, folding it into a funnel, and pour the berries and all the juices into a bowl. Let the berries cool and then scoop over your favorite vanilla ice cream. Enjoy!
French phrase for fun:
…with reckless abandon!
Boiled peanuts. Check. Tarpon Springs Gyro. Check. Torrential thunder storm. Check. Oppressive humidity. Check. A veritable rainbow of pastel houses. Check. Homemade, hand-cranked ice cream. Check! :)
These are all of the things that I associate with Florida. I love memories and traditions associated with particular places, then every time I go back, I have to experience all of my favorite things about that place. My grandpa’s house in Florida is the place that I have the oldest memories of – the one place that has been consistent since my childhood. True, it’s a love/hate relationship…I mean, mint green, pastel pink, and orange sherbet colored houses?! Get it together, Florida – that’s just crazy. It dooeees make me laugh, though.
…You know what doesn’t make me laugh? The humidity. Oh sweet Lord, it’s horrific. But I do love the thunder storms, and the gyros we always get from the little Greek fishing village, and the boiled peanuts! If you’ve never had/heard of boiled peanuts, then you probably don’t have family in the South. They are exactly what they sound like and oh, so much more! Salty and rich – they’re fantastic!!! Want to go on a road trip of the South with me?! It’s on my list of things to do, and rest assured, boiled peanuts and mint juleps will be involved.
Now to my favorite tradition- I always make homemade ice cream with my grandpa. It’s our thing. (We usually go with strawberry, but the peaches looked too good to resist this year.) You always start by mashing up your fruit, then you add a little sugar, a pinch of salt, and pour in the cream! That’s the simple part, then you set up the ice cream maker, sit out on the back porch, and take turns churning the ice cream until it freezes. Homemade ice cream on a hot Florida night really is the best!
**French phrase for fun:
La Floride est un peu folle, mais je l’aime.
Florida is a little crazy, but I love it.