It’s not unusual to find me in the middle of things; I’ve been that way my entire life. But as time marches on, some things become more important than others.
Recently, I began feeling the pull of my multi-faceted interests — a battle between the “want-to’s” and the “have-to’s” — and frankly, the have-to’s were winning. Time to regroup.
After some serious soul searching (and budget crunching), my heart decided I needed to be HOME to make the best use of my God-given talents. The Man Of Few Words agreed, I gave notice at work, and the transition began. And guess what?
I’m still in the middle of things!
(Somehow I suspect I always will be, but the want-to’s and have-to’s are only a month or so away from marching together — from home, sweet home. Hooray!)
The occasion called for something capricious to celebrate dreams in the making… homemade ice cream! The only problem was… we don’t have an ice cream maker.
Not one to be daunted by minor details, I set out to make Isabelle At Home‘s luscious ricotta ice cream. (Thanks, Isabelle!) Technical difficulties aside, I plunked the mixture into a Ziploc-bag, threw it in the freezer, and smooshed it by hand every 30 minutes until it was “ice cream-y” consistency. (Bear in mind, I left out the chocolate chips… between smooshing I made cookies.) :)
Although the resulting “ice cream” tasted wonderful, it was a tad unscoop-able (due to the lack of churning.) I pondered the dilemma with a cookie in hand. Hmmm…
Why not make ice cream sandwiches?!
After softening the ice cream a bit, I spooned it onto sheets of plastic wrap, rolled them into tidy rolls (ala the compound butter maneuver), and threw them back in the freezer. Then the process began…
Slice… slide… SAMMICH!
There are some merits to being in the middle of things.
Enjoying sweet victory,