I’m having one of those weeks where it seems like I’m spinning in a hamster wheel, trying really hard to go fast and getting absolutely nowhere.
But at least it’s a shiny pastel color.
And there’s Reese’s easter eggs on sale to go with that bag of doritos I called lunch on Tuesday.
All I want today is an avocado. I don’t have the time to make that happen.
So I’m eating a lentil and spinach salad with feta and the last ripe tomato in the house.
But I’m thinking that isn’t going to cover the avocado fat craving… so I’m chasing it with this:
Even if you can’t see Donald Glover, you can make beautiful awesome sugar coma sundaes happen.
I bought ice cream. Like a planner. Who, for now, is done making ice cream.
I made a 1/3 batch of this salted butter caramel sauce.
Make a full batch. You won’t regret it.
Also, burn it just a little. Takes some of the aggressive sweetness away and makes things way more interesting.
Secret: I cheat on the hot fudge front. I just make a tiny amount of ganache in the microwave (gasp) (I know. Sorry, World/Self).
Homemade whipped cream. You could skip it, but why?
It’s not a sundae without a banana. I stand by this. The sketchy cherries are optional, bananas aren’t.
… I used pecans.
But seriously go bananas (I’m sorry, I’ll stop) with the toppings.
And last but not least don’t bother trying to share. It’s a lost cause.
Now I have to go stand in line to see a beautiful man… along with a bunch of rando hipsters. Wish me luck! Or curse me with jealousy. Whatevs. Eat a sundae!