Rich Chocolate Ice Cream

What do you do when it's 90 degrees outside, even at the beach, and you're 9 months pregnant?  You take lots of sweaty naps.  You drink lots of water.  You pee.  You paint rocks.  

You make chocolate ice cream.  

You eat chocolate ice cream.  Lots of it.  Until your sweat starts to resemble chocolate ice cream, at least in your pregnancy-induced dreams.  This is a weird post.  

I used this recipe because it doesn't require an ice cream maker AND it's called "the best you'll ever have" and people, ONLY make this if you are an intense lover of chocolate.  I mean it, this is RICH chocolate ice cream.  Almost the consistency of a frozen ganache.  I, of course, love it but can only eat it in small doses.  Me!  And I'm that whale that all the other whales in the school of whales make fun of because she eats so much.  Yeah.    

Zucchini Orzo Gratin

Nine months pregnant today.  Yup, no big deal, all good in the hood (pretend I didn't say that).  Hey - men - you do know we're actually pregnant for TEN MONTHS if we go full term, right?  That's the majority of a year.  There should be an award show for pregnant people.  Anyway, what I'm trying to say is, all I want to eat right now is ice cream and bagels.  It's rare that something savory catches my eye, but I found this recipe the other day and it did the trick.  I love roasting vegetables and then turning them into crispy, cheesy bites of goodness.  I totally screwed up the rice portion of the dish, though, so I used orzo instead.  Delicious.  

You try cooking rice over a hot stove when it's 90 degrees outside and you're nine months pregnant.  

My feet look like one big swollen ball of toes.  

That was neither here nor there, but you wanted to know, right?   

No, not yet...

I have a feeling that if I'm absent from the blog for a few days, you're going to start assuming things.  But no, baby is still safe and sound in my belly.  In fact, I'm not even miserable!  (Don't hate me.)  I actually feel great, considering she is due exactly one month from today.  But I have slowed down in the cooking department, allowing others to make dinner for me.  Like the above bone-in ribeye Carson likes to whip up (herb brush and all).  It is the best sliced steak you will ever have - and everything tastes better when you're vacationing on the beach...

Coming up this week, I'm going to try out this and this.  

The only recipe I'm able to create myself these days is toast.  I put butter on it.  

You should try it sometime.