I’ll get into my poor excuses for not posting in fourteen years in a minute, but meanwhile I wanted to share an epic recipe with you to distract you from the fact! Look.. over here! I even made you a video! Moving pictures!
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Oh, so you’re at work and can’t tip your boss off that you’re.. not working? No big deal, I have photos, too.. am I prepared or what?
The Epic Ice Cream Sundae starts with, you guessed it, ice cream. I’m going with vanilla, because I feel like it’s the cornerstone of our frozen dessert world and hardly gets the love it deserves! You need at least three scoops (you deserve three scoops)..
Excellent work! You’ll love how, you know, chocolate sauce tastes on ice cream. The uh.. bitterness of the chocolate.. juxtaposing the erm.. creaminess of the.. anyway, next up.. I feel like you could call this one.
A veritable shit ton of whipped cream! I swear to God, if you hand-whip that stuff, I will personally find you and slap the piping bag out of your hand. What do you think this is?! The Cheesecake Factory?!
Do they put sprinkles on your fancy Cheesecake Factory dessert, Mrs. Fancy Britches? No? Then it sounds like we have them beat in epicness. Sprinkle liberally.
Are you not just tearing up over how cute that little cherry is? What.. only me? Whatever; y’all are cold. There’s only one ingredient left to take this sundae from incredibly boring–but undeniably delicious–to over-the-top, luscious, a pleasure cruise for your tastebuds, a bona fide flavor extravaganza. But make sure you don’t confuse things by using obnoxiously chic ingredients; leave the artisanal everything at home. Got it?
Ohhhh, yes. Ohhhhhhhh, now we’re talking. Can you not just taste the playfully salty pickles sinking into a creamy bed of sweet and creamy? The crunch of the jewel-toned sprinkles, nestled on a cloud of “whipped cream” product, all balanced by the barely bitter chocolate sauce?
You said.. you can taste it, and you just threw up a little in your mouth? Hmm… that’s odd…
To be fair, my tastebuds have changed quite a bit over the last three months, seeing as how.. you guessed it..
O and I are beyond elated at the news and can’t wait to welcome a little one to our family! Of course, about one week after I found out I was pregnant, I basically lost my appetite and had aversions to nearly any and everything remotely real or healthy or normal, and the sheer act of keeping my eyes open was exhausting. Hence the abrupt and prolonged silence on the blog, of course!
If you’ve ever been pregnant, you know that everyone’s favorite pastime is comparing baby’s weekly size to fruit, and so I’ve been photographing said fruit weekly! We plan to print these and put them up in Peanut’s nursery and maybe even turn them into a pregnancy journal!
I started documenting the it-could-be-a bump at week 11, too..
I’d like to claim that nothing will change here at 40 Aprons, and that I’ll continue posting frequently inconsistent recipes, but things are going to change. When I was renaming my blog, I wanted it to be something that would flow with wherever life took us over the next few years, and kids are definitely about to be a part of that. I’m happiest when I’m writing about any and everything, and so I think there will be a fair amount of motherhood-related posts in the near future. So be prepared.. I might even throw on a new header image (I know.. party. all. night.)!
All in all, I’m beyond stoked to update you all on the journey to hugeness and the subsequent running of minions!