Quick. Easy. So yummy. Light. Not too sweet. Good with a little cup of coffee. Or, how the girls had it last night with fresh whipped cream on top. (My three-year-old begged for whipped cream, I made it, and the whole way through eating her cake she said.."I love whipped cream! Then, after her plate was licked clean she looked at me and said: "I hate whipped cream.")
Anyhoo: I used the recipe from Swanson's book but found a very similar one online at her site. Almost the same recipe I used but it features a different fruit than the book version, which was plums. I used pears. So see, you can use almost any fruit. The online recipe also calls for salt (instead of sugar) to sprinkle on the top. (Really? Salt? I would use sugar. But, then again, that's just me.)
So. There is that.
And. That is that.
Here's my big news: Ready? K. Hold on to your seat cause this is heavy: We've decided to stop using paper towels. Ya. Ya. [nodding]. Maybe all of you are already fully grooving non-paper-towel users and I am late on the bandwagon. Or. Maybe you are like I used to be (up to last week that is ): you use plenty of paper towels but have a bit of a mental eco-block about it.
Sure, sure, I hear you: one uses more water washing the cloth towels that replace the paper towels. Ya, Ya. I hear you, I get it. But, life is not perfect. One must choose the lesser of two evils. If I just throw a few dish towels in the laundry with each load is it really wasting water? No. So: NO paper towels in the house.
None. Not even one roll. Because if I had even a little "emergency" roll in the house, it would be dangerous. Know what I mean? I'd be all: "Oh, jeez, one paper towel won't hurt. I just need to clean this spilled yogurt off the table." But then, you know...before I know it, I'd be totally out of control again and, once again, a full-on paper towel junkie. That is what I was. A junkie. Well, a moderate junkie. But a junkie none-the-less. Yes me! I come off so eco-consious but know this: it's really a work in progress for me.
I am deconstructing myself and reconstructing myself one day at a time. There are pieces of my consciousness that are still rock hard. The paper towel piece was so...you know, so formed and almost unchippable it seemed. But then, I take away the paper towels and I find I'm living closer to the source of my joy. Closer to the real me. And I love that. Ya. I solidly love that. I love it so much. When I see a dishtowel lying around now I just kind of say to it "Hey, you." And I kind of just take a deep breath and shake my head a tiny bit in a thoughtful way. You know. I just do that. So. Yeah. I feel good about it. Really great. I could just go on and on.