Let me just start with… This was not tonight’s original game plan. A storm blew threw this afternoon and with it came web-like lightning, horizontal rain, and a massive headache. All I wanted to do was shut my eyes.
Grocery shopping was a challenge. The full armed elevator ride to the 11th floor was a challenge. However, cooking was not, as everything else seemed to be, a challenge. I began sautéing some baby bellas and searing some scallops and all seemed well in the world. While standing in the kitchen eating, I remembered a few of my sweet purchases. It was then in my best interest to eat faster.
I’ve always been a fan of coconut milk “ice cream”; it nears the top of my favorites list on the pantry staples page. But when I was at the market earlier this evening, a new flavor accompanied the coconut pint my freezer is accustomed to: passionate mango.
I scooped myself a dollop of mango, scattered sliced strawberries, and sprinkled it with mini chips. Holy crow. It’s not often, if ever, you scream praise for a food out loud when you’re alone. I just couldn’t help myself, kind of embarrassing, glad I was alone.