A couple of weeks ago I bought a large tub of plain yogurt and I have no idea why. I must have been planning to make something but I can’t remember what it was. I can’t let a big tub of yogurt go bad, so I’ve been using it here and there – in a potato salad, a creamy tomato sauce, etc. – but tonight I looked at that sad, purposeless container in the fridge and thought: frozen yogurt.
I had to look all over for my ice cream machine, I almost forgot I had one. I used to use it so often, I considered buying another bowl for it because the one bowl I have takes about 24 hours to refreeze and sometimes that was too much time. It’s been a couple of years since my last batch of homemade ice cream, so I dusted off the machine and started trying to figure out how to make this yogurt into something delicious.
The last time I made frozen yogurt, I tossed vanilla yogurt into the machine and hoped for the best. What I got didn’t taste like dessert, it tasted like cold yogurt (go figure). This time I had to make it better. Since I was using plain yogurt, I knew it was going to need sweetening. I went to the fridge… well I had a batch of “nectar” I made for the hummingbird feeder. It’s really just simple syrup. That would do. I had a third of a jar of caramel ice cream topping, too. Yum. And half of a chocolate candy bar I shouldn’t have bought at the store. Perfect!
Let me tell you… if you’re afraid to cook, go buy yourself an ice cream machine. You can’t go wrong. I let the yogurt-syrup-caramel blend in the machine for about 20 minutes, then layered it with the chopped chocolate and froze it for an hour. It was amazing.
I can’t think of anything else to say now because the inner battle I’m having is distracting me. Part of me wants desperately to go back to the refrigerator and eat more. Part of me is so full it wants to throw up. That’s some good frozen yogurt.
Last night Andrea and I dropped in on a yoga class at our old favorite, South Windsor Yoga Studio. Back about a hundred years ago we were SWYS regulars. We both went for a few years and then things happened, we both got married, one of us had babies, and we both stopped going. Andrea had been going to SWYS on and off, but I hadn’t been there since… hmm, probably since 2000, maybe 1999. Long time. We sort of both lost track of our class at Lotus Yoga. As much as we liked it, the day wasn’t working and we wanted something different so when Andrea suggested we drop in at SWYS on Monday night, I said sure. And all I can say is that it was like going home.
Honestly, it was surreal. The studio has changed very little, and Paul and Sydney, the couple who own the studio, they’re still teaching the classes. For me the sound of Paul’s voice, the flow of the postures, the method, the whole thing, it was like having deja vu for an hour and a half. It was wonderful. My brain stopped, my body relaxed, and I enjoyed every second I was there.
We both floated out to the car and then, if we weren’t happy enough already, we stopped at Rita’s on the way home. I got a mango ice with vanilla custard and ‘Nilla Wafer Blendini and… yum. Unfortunately I was expecting to be blown away by some amazing, fabulous, never before experienced ice cream glory based on the things I’d heard people say about Rita’s, and because of that I was a little disappointed. It was good, don’t get me wrong, and I’d leave the computer right now to go get another one if you asked me to, but if you offered me a Blizzard from Dairy Queen or a Blendini from Rita’s, I’d have to take the Blizzard. We took our not-Blizzards-but-still-yummy Blendinis home to Andrea’s where we sat on the couch and watched Dancing with the Stars together. It was delightful.
Next week we plan to do the same. I’m not sure if we’ll go to Rita’s, but I guarantee there will be ice cream in there somewhere. Then we’ll watch the final DWTS of the season and one of us (or both of us) will cry because she’s rooting for Jason and I’m rooting for Christian. At least there will be ice cream.