It’s Gonna Be Way Below Zero Again Tonight…

And what’s the best way to celebrate those subzero temperatures?

A nice tasty bowl of organic ice cream, of course!

Oh, quit shivering! The best time to eat ice cream is when it’s really cold. That way it doesn’t melt all over the place and make a gooey mess.

Besides, cold is all relative, right? Here in Wisconsin we go trundling out to see the Packers when the windchill is 20 below, and take those kinds of temperatures as givens.

Sort of. Maybe. Come to think of it, we don’t. We’re just used to it. Oh well, any time is a good time for ice cream, isn’t it? Besides, good ice cream is comfort food, and when it’s so cold it could freeze a bunny’s whiskers, we all need comfort food, right?

My favorite organic ice cream ever came from a small farm in western Wisconsin. Unfortunately, it’s no longer available. But Alden’s makes a mighty delicious line of organic ice cream, too, I’ve discovered. It’s yummy served plain, spooned over bananas and strawberries, or smothered in our favorite fruit topping. Slurp!

Come to think of it, now that we’ve finished the carton, I’m gonna award Alden’s a BSD Yummy Award–it’s definitely a recommended treat!

 Mmmmm - vanilla ice cream! Hand me that spoon, please!

Here’s a photo I took of the top the carton, in case you want to look for it yourself.

Oh–and I can highly recommend serving a bowl of their vanilla ice cream with warm organic maple syrup drizzled over the top, too…

Mmmmmmm!

Snack Attack!

One of my favorite treats as a kid was Ritz crackers. So, when I saw a write-up on a snack website that said that the Late July brand’s organic “Classic Rich Crackers” were as yummy as Ritz crackers, I shrugged and said, “Nah.”

Last week we discovered that our local organic grocery store had started carrying them. So, I had Michael buy a box for me, so I could check them out.

That was a mistake. A big mistake.

We shouldn’t have bought a box. No, indeed. Instead, we should have bought, oh, say, a case.

They aren’t good. They are incredible.

I hereby award them the first official BSD Yummy Award of 2011, because, man, they are yummy!

 OK, who ate the entire box of Late July brand crackers? Burp. Oops. Was that me? 'cuse me.

Here’s a photo I took of the front of the (sadly empty) box, in case you want to look for them to try them out.

Golly, I wonder what they’d taste like dipped in melted dark organic chocolate…?

*drool*

Sweet Dreams Are Made of These!

Yummy Yummy Yummy Earth Hard Candies!

My candy arrived earlier this week from Yummy Earth.

It is, hands down, the best hard candy I’ve ever had.

Ever.

Even Michael, who is not a hard candy fan, loves it.

The peppermint is to die for – robust without being too sharp or sickly sweet.

The cherry-flavored is fantastic.

The butterscotch is not my style of butterscotch, but our friend Cindy loves it.

I just ordered three more flavors: cinnamon for me, root beer for Michael, and lemon for both of us.

We can’t wait.

Yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!

Forget the Sugarplums. Bring on the Peppermints!

Ever since I was little I’ve always equated the arrival of Advent with the taste of peppermint. Candy canes – Mmmm! Peppermint swirls – Mmmm! Peppermint stick ice cream – Mmmm!

As an adult I added in another holiday favorite: hot chocolate with whipped cream and a shot of peppermint schnapps – Mmmm!

I’ve never been able to find organic candy canes until this year. My excitement was short-lived, however, as they’re outrageously priced when you add in the shipping. I’m not about to pay $15 for six ounces worth of candy canes!

I’ve tried different brands of organic hard candies in the past, but all of them were made with corn-based glucose, which I don’t like. Last night, however, I discovered Yummy Earth‘s lollipops and hard candies, made with good old organic cane sugar.

*drool*

Flavors galore: Cherry. Root Beer. Chili. Watermelon. Pomegranate. Lime. Orange. Butterscotch. Strawberry. And many more including…

Peppermint! Wahoo! The peppermint candies aren’t shaped like candy canes, but who cares – they’re peppermint!

The price is right too — $7.99 a pound including shipping.

Heck, I even like the company’s name.

I’ll let you know how my candy tastes when my order arrives…

Mmmm – peppermint! It must be Advent!

Fruit of the Vine

For a long time, Michael has wanted to enjoy an occasional glass of wine with his dinner. Not any wine, mind you: it had to be a special wine, one that would tickle the senses, please the palate and — most importantly — wouldn’t leave me breathless.

Pardon, says you? Isn’t that backwards? Shouldn’t we have sought wine so delightful, so perfect, so exquisite that it takes our breath away with the first whiff of its lovely bouquet?

No, indeed.

You may know (or not), Oh Best Beloved, that I have asthma. Not that little wheeze form of asthma that allows one to genteelly cough into one’s cupped palm on occasion, or use an inhaler now and then. No, this asthma is a Monster That Lies Within, one that at any excuse tries to squeeze the last gasp out of my beleaguered lungs.

And what does this have to do with wine, you ask?

Ah, Best Beloved, wines contain sulfites, both natural and artificial. Sulfites, unfortunately, wake The Monster. If Michael has an ordinary glass of wine and then gives me so much as a gentlemanly peck it leaves me… literally… breathless.

M: “Hi Honey!”

*kiss*

J: *wheeze… *thud*

M: “Honey… Honey… were you just suddenly struck by the need to drop on the floor and nap, or do I need to call 911 again?”

All in all, this trifling sort of problem tends to make one a tad gun-shy about drinking the odd glass of wine now and then.

Or ever.

So. We haven’t.

Last year, however, we began in earnest to try to find a wine for Michael that didn’t have any added sulfites, was quite low in natural sulfites, was tasty to boot, and is certified organic.

Most importantly – it had to leave me in fine fettle if I was near it (or near Michael after he had a glass), without offering The Monster Within the tiniest excuse to generate even a whisp of a gasp.

We’ve succeeded!

Frey Vineyards produces an entire selection of outstanding wines that Michael can enjoy without worry of turning into the bearer of the Kiss of Death.

And…

*drumroll*

We’ve just discovered that even I can imbibe a small glass of one particular Frey wine.

It’s heavenly.