Its popsicle week! And once again I almost didnt make the cut. I saw some murmurs from other bloggers getting their pops ready, and wondered where the email was! Junk? No. Email heaven? No.
Its popsicle week! And once again I almost didnt make the cut. I saw some murmurs from other bloggers getting their pops ready, and wondered where the email was! Junk? No. Email heaven? No.
With two walls of windows in the dining room and a heat wave the day I shot these photos, the scoops turned to ice cream soup in 1-2-3 snaps. Yes, I just called 81°F a heat wave – a notable 30° cooler than the day we got married – but without AC, this kind of temperature warrants opening all the doors and shooting chamomile honeycomb ice cream in your skivvies. (Oh hey there neighbors!)
