Happy Hausfrau: Ice Cream for Brekkie

Parenthood is exhausting.

It’s fun, and fulfilling, and worth every iota of energy you put into it, but…

It’s exhausting.

Which is why, when SweetZ woke up in the middle of the night, ready to go for the day, I, in an effort to protect what was left of my resting hours, promised her ice cream for brekkie – if she’d be a really good girl and sleep until the sun came up.

Ice cream. For brekkie. Yeah, I know. Mom of the year. Yadda, yadda, yadda.

Lucky for me (and lucky for SweetZ), I’d recently stumbled upon this recipe on Pinterest that promised yummy, tasty ice-cream, without any sugar (or cream, for that matter). And since I hoard bananas in my freezer (not, as my bestie Kelley hopes, to make my own rum), it seemed worth a shot. But I didn’t really have my hopes up, ’cause, well, it’s ice cream, but without sugar and cream. So, in the end, not really ice cream, but a bastard impostor that has some seriously Big-Ass Britches to fill.

Even so, I had a promise to keep, and really didn’t want to start SweetZ’s (or mine, for that matter) day off with a sugar rush. So off we went.

Sisters and brothers, I’ve gotta tell ya, this little concoction is seriously delish. Seriously. If you’re looking for a sugar-free (and gluten-free, I think) treat that doesn’t wimp out in the Totally Decadent category, you’ve gotta give this one a shot.

Here’s whatchya need:

3-4 frozen bananas
2(ish) Tablespoons peanut butter (the kind that’s JUST peanuts – no sugar)
1(ish) Tablespoon pure cocoa powder

The (ish) in the ingredient list is my way of saying I didn’t really measure – I just added to taste. This is what I think I used. 🙂  If you’re the kind of person who likes exact measurements, click on the link above – the instructions there are a little more precise.

Here’s what you’re going to do:

Peel the bananas. Can be a little tricky, ’cause they’re frozen, but I’ve got a trick. Run them under some warm water, pop the stem end off, then take a butter knife and peel them like you would a potato. Works like a charm.

Put the frozen ‘nanners in a blender; blend until grainy. Add the peanut butter and cocoa, and blend, blend, blend until creamy smooth. You’ll have to be a little patient, and stop a lot to scrape the sides, but it’s totally worth it, trust me.

Once it’s smooth, it’s ready to eat – or, if you like hard ice cream better, freeze it in a container and come back later after it’s hardened. Your choice.

I’m soooo stoked to try out variations of this recipe – I think strawberries and almond butter will be on tap soon.

MAKING IT HAPPEN: Fluff it.

SweetZ loves to do my hair. She brushes, blow dries, and fluffs it at least twice a day. Usually more. It’s the best. I love her intense look of concentration while she’s doing her thing – play is serious business around here.

Today SweetZ is decked out in a pink sparkly tutu, loaded down with bracelets and necklaces, and has more barrettes in her hair than I would have thought possible. She is a Walking Talking Explosion of Girly-ness.

She says to me, “Mom, can we play? I have lipstick. Let’s brush our teeth and put on lipstick.”

I say, “I’d love to sweetie, but I need to work a little, first.”

“But mom,” she says, twisting a strand of my hair in her chubby little fingers. I notice the dirt under her nails and smile. She likes digging in the dirt almost as much as she loves doing my hair and playing ballerina. “But mom, I can smell your breath.”

“You can?”

“Yeah. It smells like coffee. And stinky cheese.”

“Stinky cheese!”

“Yeah.”

I grin at her. “Okay. Let’s go brush our teeth, but then I need to work until Alice wakes up.”

“Let’s brush our teeth and put on lipstick. You’ll work better with lipstick on.”

My grin widens. There might be some wisdom there. “Alright. Toothbrushes and lipstick. Let’s do it.”

“And then I will fluff your hair while you fluff your book.” She grabs her Tinkerbell brush, holding it out in front of her like Arthur wielding Excalibur. How on earth can I say no to that?

I can’t.

“Sounds good to me.”

oOo

Shrilugh’s sequel, The Darkening, is coming along. I’m not ready to give y’all a release date just yet, but I wanted you to know that I’m making progress. If you’re interested in some of the things I’m chewing on while I’m writing, check out this Pinterest board. 

If you’ve read Shrilugh and loved it, I’d love it if you left a review over at Amazon, iTunes, Smashwords, or Goodreads. Actually, if you’ve read anything recently and loved it, I’m sure the author would appreciate a glowing review – not only for the positive affirmation, but because your good reviews help encourage others to buy our work. *grins*

And if you haven’t read Shrilugh yet, do! It’s only $2.99 (for an eBook) on Amazon, iTunes, and Smashwords.

HAPPY HAUSFRAU: Candle Wax on the Carpet

A couple weeks ago I issued a cry for help on Facebook. Somehow one of my lovely (knock-off) Scentsy warmers ended up on the floor (nobody wants to claim responsibility for it, and I can’t say I blame ’em – I was pretty hot to trot when I saw the mess), the result being that my (knock-off) Scentsy candle wax ended up on the carpet. Melted, of course. And the wax was red. Anyway, when I posted about my waxy plight on Facebook, tons of you wrote in with solutions. Thanks so much!

Honestly, I was skeptical when I decided to try this one. It sounded easy – a little too easy, if you catch my drift. But I didn’t figure it could make it worse, and I had everything I needed to give it a go (which apparently is all the criteria I need to try something new: Is it easy? Will it make a mess? Do I already have everything I need? Can I wear yoga pants while I do it?).

Holy cow, friendlies, it worked like a charm. Here’s what I did:

*placed paper bag over dried wax

*turned my iron on hot

*placed iron on paper bag

It took about ten minutes of ironing, and eventually I had to replace the first bag with a fresh one, but I couldn’t be happier with the result! Since the wax was red, I was planning on having to stain-treat the carpet after, but this trick did such a great job, I don’t think it’s going to be necessary!

This is one Happy Hausfrau approved solution.