Soothingly swish, simple salted caramel ice cream

January-ists note this is not every day (though it should be I must admit) however tempting it may be, it will store for a good few weeks at the back of the fridge.

And, no, I’m not crazy! I will eat ice cream all year, no matter the season. I have boxes of Blue Bunny Fudge Cycles in my freezer as we speak. I devour numerous per day. They soothe my nerves, my throat, and their chocolate…besides all that, this is one of my absolute favorite blogs.

ice cream magazine

There is a now sanctuary from the Woolworth’s-who done it, from the proffering of oligarch-grade-bauble-age. Kitchen, under stairs, hides a stellar of Scandinavian /origami stars loosely arranged to divert a prison breakout of lameta, choked and burnt out stick vacuums, respectively renamed ‘the cupboard under that scares’.

A crisp winters day, a little midwinter magic. A winters tale… nope a dreary business trip to ‘the great metrollops’ (London) My meetings with grumpy Judges, found me then collecting the tea boy from a ‘business lunch’, (think, whisperings in leather chaired opulence, in a lavishly proportioned building) whence, to his utter dismay, a colleague ordered a salted-caramel-ice cream sundae of, and I quote, “of freakish proportion”.

Cooo..This gorgeous sounding /hip fodder echoed around my brain cell for 3 hours as I drove home (to the backing track of Claret zzz’s).