In which I scream for ice cream





I almost didn’t go to the gym today.  Angela and I were going to go together after she came back from school, but she decided to work out in the school gym instead.  Ordinarily that would be excuse enough for me to skip the gym.  But today the good Joan laughed at the lazy Joan and dragged her to the gym.

And of course, the best part of the day is yet to come:  the reward. 

ice cream

I made banana ice cream with my Vitamix.  The recipe was from SkinnyTaste, although I’m not sure what the original source is.  Just frozen ripe bananas and a few drops of vanilla extract.  When it was almost smooth, I put in a handful of toasted walnuts.  Then I sprinkled a couple of walnuts on top with a slice of wipe nectarine.  Divine. It tasted exactly like real ice cream, and I mean it. It was smooth and creamy and sweet but there was no added sugar or cream! This recipe is a definite keeper.

Because I was listening to Beethoven’s Piano Concerto #5 today on the elliptical, I was going to write a long mawkish post about listening to forbidden European classical music during my childhood, but my daughter told me that was weird. But I think I’ll still get into the mushy sentimental story sometime when she’s not looking.

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