The Reason I Do This (Sorbet Division)
So it's getting on eleven or so, and Melinda and I are standing in the kitchen. She's holding the paddle from our ice cream maker; I'm holding the wooden salad scooper thingie* I've repurposed to transfer sorbet from the ice cream maker to the (also repurposed) yogurt containers I store the stuff in. We are both giggling like maniacs. She's licking freshly made cherry sorbet off the paddle. I'm scooping some off the, well, thingie with my finger. "You know," she says. "We're like a couple of nine year olds who just made a cake."
"Yeah," I say. "Isn't it great?"
'Yeah."
And if there's a better reason to eschew sleep occasionally to make sorbet, I haven't found it yet.
The cherry, incidentally, came out great, even after an unfortunate accident involving a stick blender, three cherry pits, gravity, a strainer, centripedal force, a bottle of Simple Green, two very confused cats, and a lime.
Did I mention the stick blender? I'm pretty sure I mentioned the stick blender.
*Seriously, I have no idea what this thing is called. It's sort of curved but not enough to be a spoon, and it's rounded on one side, and it's, err, well, it's really good at getting sorbet into containers. The hell with salads. It got a promotion.
"Yeah," I say. "Isn't it great?"
'Yeah."
And if there's a better reason to eschew sleep occasionally to make sorbet, I haven't found it yet.
The cherry, incidentally, came out great, even after an unfortunate accident involving a stick blender, three cherry pits, gravity, a strainer, centripedal force, a bottle of Simple Green, two very confused cats, and a lime.
Did I mention the stick blender? I'm pretty sure I mentioned the stick blender.
*Seriously, I have no idea what this thing is called. It's sort of curved but not enough to be a spoon, and it's rounded on one side, and it's, err, well, it's really good at getting sorbet into containers. The hell with salads. It got a promotion.