Perfect weather. Perfect location. A winning game.
An all-American tradition.
Last night, my soon-to-be-ex home state baseball team, the Diamondbacks, beat the pants off the Padres, 6-1. Now, yes, for the baseball fanatic readers (are there any of those?) these teams are both rather far down on the totem pole in terms of skillz.
Either team would beat me though. And before any comments come in from the peanut gallery that you are all a part (love you guys!), I played softball from about 3rd grade through high school.
I haven’t swung a bat in ages, of course, but I hear its kind of like riding a bike, right? Ummm…..Right?
Surprisingly, no one got a single beer. In hindsight, this may have been a huge mistake, but it also may have prevented some shenanigans that could have gotten us in trouble.
The stadium is pretty new, like all of the (unholy, dirty, nasty, ugly) city of Phoenix. I truly don’t think there was a bad seat in the house there.
Unless you don’t like jacuzzis along the first baseline. Then you’d not like those seats. No, I’m not kidding. There was a jacuzzi on the first baseline.
We? Were not in the jacuzzi seats. We were about as high up as you could be in the stadium right behind home plate, but they were still great seats.
While there, I was unable to resist the siren song call of the TCBY frozen yogurt. I am a sucker for soft serve, I had a sore throat, and the guy behind the counter made me do it!
There may have been a few farts, but nothing too major (says me….ask the other four hotel room sharing family members later…) I know you wanted to know that, so you’re welcome for the overshare.
Oooooh….perfect segue, Katie!
Wednedays have seemingly become a mid-week ice cream post tradition, and who am I to buck tradition? You don’t want to get on the bad side of the ice cream gods, after all.
If there is a god you want to remember you fondly, I’d say the Ice Cream gods are up there. And clearly there are multiple gods. Ice Cream is too good to have only one.
I’ll never forget the first time I heard about fluffernutter sandwiches. I was in 7th grade, eating my standard lunch of cheddar cheese combos and a chocolate milkshake (every other day I’d eat a soft pretzel with cheese and a milkshake….I was really healthy), and my friend Jennifer pulled out her packed lunch.
Her mom, you see, packed her lunch every day. And her mom was healthy. So Jennifer always got boring healthy food. Her favorite sandwich was fluffernutter.
For those that don’t know, fluffernutter sandwiches are peanut butter and marshmallow fluff on bread. I know you think its sounds gross, but let me assure you that it is anything but.
And if its good enough for a sandwich, its good enough for ice cream.
Fluffernutter Ice Cream
- 1 1/2 cups almond milk (or coconut milk)
- 1/4 – 1/3 cup sunflower seed butter (or whatever your preferred nut butter may be)
- pinch salt
- 1/8 tsp NuNaturals pure stevia extract, or sweetener of choice
- 1 tsp vanilla
- 1/4-1/3 cup marshmallow fluff
Blend almond milk, half the nut butter, half the marshmallow fluff, salt, stevia, and vanilla and chill until completely cooled. Churn according to ice cream maker directions.
When the ice cream is done, swirl in the rest of the marshmallow and nut butter. You can do this by hand or pour them into the machine while it is churning. If you use the machine, just be careful to not churn too long or you won’t be able to see the swirls.
HOT DIGGITY DAMN.
Obviously, I didn’t heed my own advice.
Next time, kids, next time. Because DUH. There will be a next time.
This has the consistency of soft serve, but only if you eat it right away or slightly warm it before serving if its been in the freezer for a while. I like to heat it slightly, break it into chunks and blend it. It comes out soft serve consistency, which as we have already established above, I can’t resist.
Do you prefer soft serve or scooped ice cream?
Have you ever had a fluffernutter sandwich?