Showing posts with label Ice Cream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ice Cream. Show all posts

Sunday, March 14, 2010

Edy's Slow Churned Snack Size Cups

Speak for yourself, Rick! He says he prefers a 4 oz serving rather than 6 oz. Not me. If these wonderful little snack cups were 4 oz, I'd eat two! Six oz. is just about right. We've tried the coffee, mint choc chip, vanilla bean and chocolate. They are 5/$5 at Meijers. Also, this is 1/2 the fat. Fat free ice cream might as well be frozen skim milk in terms of satisfying a craving, don't you think? Remember the little cups of ice cream we got as kids with photos of movie stars on the inside cover?

Edy's Slow Churned Snack Size Cups

Sunday, August 02, 2009

High Calorie day at Lakeside

Sunday morning we go to the Patio Restaurant for a pancake and eggs. Most people know Brent and Heidi are famous for their donuts, but frankly, the pancakes are the best on the peninsula, or maybe the Northcoast. So what is that with dripping butter and hot syrup? 1,000 calories? Then this afternoon was the ice cream social and band concert on the hotel lawn. The day had started cool and cloudy, but by 2:30 the sun was brilliant and the sky cobalt blue (I took art class last week and relearned my colors). The servings were generous--so big in fact I ate both scoops of butter pecan ice cream but only a few bites of the chocolate cake with caramel icing. We sat in rocking chairs on the sidewalk in the sun.

All of a sudden it was 3:30 and I was getting sleepy listening to the marvelous band music, in the warm sun, with a cool lake breeze. But I remembered at the last minute the Women's Club Book Sale and headed over there with a $10 bill. Didn't need it because by then the books were going for a grocery bag for $1.00. Not much left, but I did pick up a first edition of Letters of Edna St. Vincent Millay. I checked it on the internet and found one that pretty much matched what was in my sack:
    LETTERS OF EDNA ST VINCENT MILLAY
    MacDougall, Allan, ed.

    Harper & Bros, NY, 1952. Hard Cover. Book Condition: Fair. No Jacket. First Edition. 8vo - over 7¾" - 9¾" tall. LC# 527291. 384pp, index. Grey paper boards, green cloth spine, gold lettering on fading spine, wear to edges and corners; foxed on lower fore-edges and small amount on front and back covers, fading at edges, initials on front end paper, slight tanning of pages.

    $20.00 plus shipping
So for ten cents (average), not bad, plus it's fun to read.
    "Arthur darling,

    This will be one of the most unpleasant letters you ever received, and I'm sorry. But it's time I got this matter off my chest and onto yours, where it belongs. . .

    Dear Lulu [Llewelyn Powys]

    I am so sorry about your brother [died 1936]. I think about it, and I say to myself, "There is nothing to say". Yet perhaps there is something to say, only I don't know what it is. I am the last who could teach you how to fit into the pattern of your life the death of someone you love; I have no skill at this."
Isn't that too wonderful for words? Her prose is as good as her poetry! This book will be a charmer, even fading and foxing on the fore-edges.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Another meme

I found this at Gekko's site.

1. What are you wearing right now? Navy wool slacks, white collar shirt, layered with rust colored 100% cotton long sleeve open weave t-shirt. Brown Ecco tie oxfords, no jewelry except my rings.

2. What is on your mind right now? Blogging this meme. Also, I'm multi-tasking, listening to see if the dishwasher is still making that funny noise I heard on Thursday.

3. What was the last thing you watched on TV? I had one of the rerun channels on during the night. I saw several wretched "family" comedies from recent years, one about a baby being born with lots of screaming and yelling, one about a daughter that shoplifted so she could get in with the popular crowd, one about a daughter 15 who was getting her driver's permit and was driving badly because her boyfriend dumped her; they weren't very good, but I was awake with a cough about 3:30, then overslept. The converter box is working fine on the 20 year old set. Wish my eyes worked better; it's across the room.

4. What was the last thing you ate? My fabulous, thrown-together, cabbage soup with a touch of sweet-sour. See the previous blog entry.

5. Who was the last person you were on the phone with? Haven't talked on the phone today. It might have been a friend calling from Florida who reads this blog?


6. Are you a compulsive cleaner? I'm cleaner than a lot of people, but certainly not compulsive. I can see cracker crumbs and cat hair on my dark green office carpet. I've recently discovered that if I wipe some alcohol on my kitchen marble counter top, the paper towel finds a lot of dirt. I wonder if it's the old sealer coming up?

7. Zombies - good, bad, or just misunderstood? Where did that come from? Do people actually think on such things?

8. What was the last song you listened to? I was listening to Dr. Laura on a California station yesterday (streaming radio)--so it was probably her bumper music. She's not been available locally since the Gays got mad at her for saying that an adopted baby deserved a mother and a father.

9. Do you have any pets? Yes, she's getting drowsy right behind me on my office couch. I gave her a piece of cheese at lunch, and she'll be my best friend for about 2 hours.

10. What's your favoritest ice cream? Toft's Moose tracks, but it's hard to beat their Black Raspberry Bugaboo Fudge, too. I hope the government doesn't socialize the ice cream business and ruin it.

Friday, August 08, 2008

Lakeside 2008 Ice Cream we all scream

Sunday was the Hotel ice cream social, and the weather was perfect, the color fabulous, the eats terrific. Even I contributed brownies--I didn't buy though. I waited until Wednesday evening, and we went to Coffee and Cream for a huge dish of ice cream and watched a crowd of high school kids and their parents swarm down Walnut Avenue (our 2 block long business district)--they're here for band camp.

The American Legion Band provided the wonderful music at the Ice Cream Social, the SOS guys offered Kids Sail, volunteers cut the cake and dished the ice cream, the pavilion was turned over to the children for organized games, the Women's Club was having its annual book sale, and God lavished us with bright sunshine and refreshing breezes.

Eating ice cream and cake by the lake

Clowns to entertain, a quilt and painting to raffle

and lots of games for the kids

Here comes lil' brother

even babies can do this

and the band played on