An early summer memory of growing up in the South involved banana ice cream. My mom and I would sit under a fragrant magnolia tree on the side porch, watching heat lightning, in floral cotton nightgowns, enjoying what we deemed homemade banana ice cream. In actuality, we simply smashed a ripe banana and mixed it with soft vanilla ice cream so the term “homemade” is relative. Continue reading
How do you decide which recipes to publish, Michele? Easy. Pick what’s in season and what looks good at the markets. Let me tell you my little secret, however – quite often the recipe is something I want to eat. Eat and share, of course. Today’s recipe for miniature strawberry cupcakes fits the bill on all three counts : local berries are in season, they are looking beautiful at the markets (and the aroma is intoxicating) and I really, really, really want to eat these. Not sure if the sharing aspect will get a workout this go round.