Life's a Stitch

At this never ending pandemic? At the state of the world, be it political or environmental? Nope, something for more simple and pleasurable. As the song goes: I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream. 

We recently made the 35th variety of mostly sugar free ice cream, some lactose free, in our countertop machine acquired in May. Yes, that’s six batches a month. 

Some have been pseudo healthy. I’m thinking of the one made most often – banana frozen yogurt. 

Then there are the everyday favourites: maple, coconut pineapple, or eggnog. 

There’s the deliciously unusual – basil ice cream, white with a hint of green, and the subtle flavour of our summer garden. 

And there was the epitome of decadence  - Callebaut dark chocolate ice cream. The richest most fudgy deliciousness you’ll ever taste. A little goes a long way, a small satisfying bit feels like enough.

And all the rest in between: coffee, variations of vanilla with the addition of blueberries, strawberries and cherries, butter rum, and strawberry cheesecake. 

I know you’ll find this hard to believe, but I’m not much of an ice cream eater. But the intent was to find treats for C, who has had to cut back on sugar. Mission accomplished.