That cold I mentioned a few days ago has moved in and made permanent camp in my chest. Since it’s 73 degrees in my house and I am wearing a sweatshirt and am still shivering, the thought of eating an ice pop today fills me with horror.
So today’s post is a punt — when I made my basic peanut butter pops on Friday, I froze some banana slices to the sides of one of the molds, thinking that my middle child would enjoy a pop modeled after her favorite sandwich:
I’m sure it was delicious.
I hope to be in better shape tomorrow and back with a decent post.