While biking home from tennis practice Autumn called, and Mrs. Shake answered the phone. That's right, our local ice cream shop was advertising homemade pumpkin ice cream. It's been unseasonably cool lately, and with today being the first day in a week the temperature has topped 70, pumpkin ice cream would be the ideal treat. But, even though it's homemade, and even though I could ask where they get their milk from, I'd just end up striking out on the sugar, so I kept biking home.
For lunch I finished my garlic and tomato pizza, but I was still hungry so I sliced an heirloom tomato and melted smoked swiss over top.
Even though my hunger pains had finally subsided, I couldn't shake that wretched Mrs. Shake. I had to try to make ice cream again. I threw recipes to the wind and poured milk, maple sugar, honey, and vanilla into the ice cream maker (Shout-out Amy, not sure I gave proper recognition the first time I used it). It came out looking like mashed potatoes...
And tasting like maple sorbet. But it worked and would keep me from having Shake-n brain syndrome through my last few days.
The ice cream made me cold, so for the first time this summer I took my lawn chair out, set it up in the sun and fell asleep. When I woke up it was time to pick up my groceries from the Foodshed, and I found myself happily resupplied with eggs, flour, and yogurt. I also picked up some cheese, sunflower seeds, and roasted garlic.
Upon arriving home I fed my dogs, quickly warmed up some roasted potatoes...
and I was off to see Tom Petty at the Saratoga Performing Arts Center. We arrived late and caught enough of Crosby, Stills, and Nash to find out that Stills and Nash can still harmonize, but Crosby, not so much. Tom Petty was awesome, and since that's a god-given fact, it requires no further discussion. I snacked on apples and cheese in the car and had half a piece of cornbread when we got home.
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