It’s National Vanilla Ice Cream Day today. Be careful if you ask for it at your local ice cream emporium because you could end up with a cone of gorilla instead, all furry and pungent with testosterone. 🤢🤮And that is WHY, dear blogging chums, I am not a fan of vanilla ice cream. Can’t be taking unnecessary risks at my age, don’t you know? Much safer with strawberry, or honeycomb, or ginger. I think. 🤔
I am properly fussy about ice cream, now I am officially middle aged. I don’t know if it is because I grow more and more aware of what I eat the older I become, and I make more effort to sustain good health and some semblance of a waist line that I never really had anyway - classic case of bolting horse and open gate there. Excuse me a moment of self indulgent sighing...(menopause, cake, I never knew lettuce was so fattening...)
Anyway, I don’t eat ice cream that often but when I DO I like PROPER ice cream, made from ice + cream + some sort of squished up fruit or other natural substance like honeycomb or ginger. None of this pretend ice cream malarkey which is basically whipped up chemicals and additives with a dollop of sugar to take away the taste. I certainly try to avoid ice cream with ingredients I neither recognise nor can pronounce. Actually, this is becoming a common criteria across all the foods I eat nowadays. I am becoming, for the first time in half a century, a fussy eater. 🙄
It is also Gorgeous Grandma Day! And whilst I never professed to being Gorgeous, I am definitely a Gran! My curly girlies are now 9 and 5 years old, which is like a WHOLE teenager between them. I have no idea how that happened, how time has flown by so fast and they ended up learning to walk, talk, argue the toss. They are gorgeous, funny and clever girls (of course they are...they are my granddaughters!!) and are both doing very well at school and at life in general. They are coming up for a holiday in less than two weeks’ time, sans les parents, so we shall get up to all sorts of malarkey and hoo-ha and no doubt have a jolly good, albeit exhausting time!
I am properly fussy about ice cream, now I am officially middle aged. I don’t know if it is because I grow more and more aware of what I eat the older I become, and I make more effort to sustain good health and some semblance of a waist line that I never really had anyway - classic case of bolting horse and open gate there. Excuse me a moment of self indulgent sighing...(menopause, cake, I never knew lettuce was so fattening...)
Anyway, I don’t eat ice cream that often but when I DO I like PROPER ice cream, made from ice + cream + some sort of squished up fruit or other natural substance like honeycomb or ginger. None of this pretend ice cream malarkey which is basically whipped up chemicals and additives with a dollop of sugar to take away the taste. I certainly try to avoid ice cream with ingredients I neither recognise nor can pronounce. Actually, this is becoming a common criteria across all the foods I eat nowadays. I am becoming, for the first time in half a century, a fussy eater. 🙄
It is also Gorgeous Grandma Day! And whilst I never professed to being Gorgeous, I am definitely a Gran! My curly girlies are now 9 and 5 years old, which is like a WHOLE teenager between them. I have no idea how that happened, how time has flown by so fast and they ended up learning to walk, talk, argue the toss. They are gorgeous, funny and clever girls (of course they are...they are my granddaughters!!) and are both doing very well at school and at life in general. They are coming up for a holiday in less than two weeks’ time, sans les parents, so we shall get up to all sorts of malarkey and hoo-ha and no doubt have a jolly good, albeit exhausting time!
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