
Ageists, step to the side - who says that an old banana can't be the sweetest thing you've ever put in your mouth? With a luxe combination of bananas, butter, brown sugar and booze, this recipe proves the naysayers wrong. Dead wrong.
Desserts and Sweets
Celebrate Cass O’Wellington’s rich Irish heritage (not really) with an authentic recipe from the Old Country (again, not really). You’ll be happy that you got a little cream in you, and then later, when you overdue it and toss your lucky charms, this’ll help ease the pain.
Ageists, step to the side – who says that an old banana can’t be the sweetest thing you’ve ever put in your mouth? With a luxe combination of bananas, butter, brown sugar and booze, this recipe proves the naysayers wrong. Dead wrong.
If you’re going to eat your ice cream for breakfast, this is the way of champions. Candied bacon and waffles and maple, oh my! This was our third winner of the Unique Ice Cream Flavor Contest and we couldn’t be happier!
It’s not that I don’t like choices, its simply that I want it all. In my quest for having it all, I finally get to kick those over-priced, self-righteous hippies Ben and Jerry (another choice I didn’t make), to have everything I want in ice cream. Stephanie E. is clearly a woman after my own self-indulgent heart because she came up with this wild ride of an ice cream on our Facebook page.
Something about taking a cloyingly sweet Shirley Temple and then hitchin’ up its skirt and tarting up its makeup with a little vodka made you guys pick this one as the first flavor in our Unique Ice Cream Flavor Contest. We love the way it leaves our lips rosy and our cheeks tingly from the fizzy ginger ale.
Today, of all days, is Prune Breakfast Month. And given that all that we do is unapologetically sexy, our breakfast prunes should be in ice cream form. And to top it off, we want a swig of Armagnac, a French brandy of epic awesomeness, to warm us all the way down to our dirty bits.
There’s a time and a place for the abomination that is fruitcake, and that’s when you’re dead. Into my cold, dead, beautifully manicured hands, that’s when I want someone to hand me a fucking fruit cake. I don’t care how much booze is in that damn cake – it’s not enough.
What marketing genius designated January 2 National Cream Puff Day? Does this person still believe in unicorns too? I mean, half the world hasn’t recovered from the holidays where you DO actually eat cream puffs (and unicorns) and the other half of the world doesn’t need a special day for cream puffs.
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