World Market is my Lover
I love World Market. Have I said that before?
I went on Saturday, and my shopping trip included plates (duh), blood orange jam, dandelion & burdock soda, zero calorie cream soda and a popsicle mold.
It’s rare that I let myself go a bit crazy in WM, because I will come out with half the store. No, really. I was eyeing some soap wrapped in fancy paper. Seriously. What do I need that for? I don’t.
I once again decided to try my hand at basil mommy. They were cheap at Trader Joe’s (just like the bottle of wine I somehow ended up with), and I’m sick of buying basil every week. My relationship with the plant last year came to a screeching halt when it basically grew out of control and I could not longer tame the basil bush. Hopefully this year will be a bit different?
I combined my purchases and christened the popsicle maker with strawberry-rhubarb basil popsicles. I simmered a bunch of strawberries and rhubarb together in some sugar water, blended them up after a few minutes of simmering, popped the mix back on the stove, added some chopped basil, let it cool and poured it into the mold. A few hours later, ta-da!
Three fruit popsicles and three coffee popsicles. Oh my word. The coffee popsicles were simply some french press coffee, cooled, mixed with a bit of rice milk and raw sugar. Yum.
This little treat is my new favorite breakfast item. Have I mentioned I live in South Carolina? Do you know the temperature outside in South Carolina, even at 8am? It’s freaking hot. I happily slurped on this cool treat this morning, alongside my usual green monster. Life was delicious.
I’ve also started a new series on Twitter called Monday Morning Happy Photo. Since Monday morning usually includes terror, fright, and general discomfort, I figure we could all use something happy and/or pretty to look at.
Speaking of series, I’m putting the whole food holiday thing on hold. My heart just isn’t in it, especially when they’re allllll desserts. I also feel like I’m wasting food sometimes, because I make these things and then neglect to eat them. A girl can only have so much dessert. If you have a problem with this, DEAL.
I can’t wait to try out more unique popsicle flavor combinations. Any suggestions? And anyone want to open a gourmet popsicle shop in Greenville? I’m only kind of kidding.