It’s November, and in my heart it was just summer. Because you see I learned a lot over the last few months. Like if you swim in a pool and don’t have time to wash your hair before work, bright lipstick will totes distract from the flipped out Dr. Seuss hairdo (hair-don’t). And did you know you can get a Dairy Queen blizzard in a waffle cone? And it was even more than a few months…
I don’t know, you guys. It’s been one of those weekends. The kind where you buy ingredients for your dream pizza and then eat cereal for dinner. The kind where you go to Trader Joe’s in pajamas and buy milk and dog treats. (So what!) I just need to remind myself that worrying about the future doesn’t help a darn thing. It’s just “borrowing trouble”, and I’ve got to quit it. While I totally need…
Caramel ice cream is the prettiest ice cream of all the ice cream. It’s prettiness was the main reason I wanted an ice cream maker. The combo of this frozen goodness and these cookies is love. That’s what all the silly arrows, asterisks and that heart mean. So after a few pep talks to myself and after reading through the recipe 57 times, I finally felt prepared to tackle all the sugar-melting and caramel-making. Jake…