So when I met my beloved, I found out that I had been the subject of conversation at the weekly dinner she attended with her bunch of lady friends, who had hung out together for years. They dined together every Wednesday night, and it was at these dinners that they found out that my beloved and I were “courting”.
Fast forward three and a half years, and the weekly dinner has become a bit more impromptu and less of a weekly occurrence. And to mess with the system even more, we hosted a Wednesday night dinner tonight. Which is Tuesday, and not Wednesday at all. Not. At. All.
Last night I was totally overtired and to be fair I can’t tell you this story without telling you about what happened just before bed. My beloved and I were chatting earlier in the evening about what we’d serve at dinner, and I suggested I make my special home made ice cream sandwiches. Now normally you’d cue drooling and just shout YES!, right? Well apparently not. Not if you think that ice cream sandwiches involve ACTUAL BREAD.
This made me laugh like a goon for much longer than would be acceptable if I wasn’t so very exhausted.
When I went to take my painkillers before bed I had my mouth full of water and pills when it happened.
I remembered the ice cream sandwich.
I remembered the bread.
And I laughed.
Laughed my stupid head off.
Sprayed water across the floorboards, followed by soggy pills. I laughed until I fell off the bed. Sat on the floor, performing a variety of seal-like noises, coughing, burping, farting and micro-vomiting my way through the hysteria that had seized me. All the while I was marvelling at the quantity of water that had come out of my mouth, that I was currently slipping around in on my hands and knees. And I was stuck on the floor, I was totally fucking stuck, because my ankle still isn’t strong enough to push off with to get back onto the bed. I had water all over my jarmies, so I performed a movement akin to “the worm” and slid my way onto the bed, with a handful of melted pills slowly adhering themselves to my fingers.
So I decided not to make the ice cream sandwiches, and instead I made ice cream slice and served it with blueberries and it was the BEST EVER.
Want to be sophisticated and grown up like me? Here’s how you make ICE CREAM SLICE:
Crush a packet of Choc Ripple biscuits, and combine with a bit of melted butter (around 50g). Press it into the bottom of a slice tray. Whip 300 ml of cream til it has soft peaks, stir through a tin of condensed milk. Pour it over the biscuit base and cover with cling film. Chuck it in the freezer then cut it into servings. We could have served 8 with it.
Don’t say I never teach you anything!
What’s your go-to dessert when you’re entertaining?