Let’s pretend you and I are at the spa, and they just handed us icy cold cucumber pops studded with fresh raspberries. Well, if you and I are friends enough to go to a spa together, you probably would assume that I snuck vodka in my purse to dunk these popsicles in. When you eagerly reach for the vodka without a hint of judgement in your eyes, you and I just elevated to best friend status.
My new best friend lately is the juicer. No, I don’t juice gigantic kale leaves, and then instagram it to make you feel bad about your diet choices that day. (but I live with someone who does!). I juice things for cocktails, which is way more fun. I’m not the only cool cat that does it—check out Joy’s carrot juice Bourbon cocktail! I want to re-tox with her so bad.
I can’t get over how fresh-tasting a cucumber is right out of the juicer. One thing I learned with juicing this summer is that you must always include a lemon. Lemons make everything not taste like dirt, ya know? I also throw in a knob of ginger because I like the heat and spice.
For these cucumber pops, I juiced a giant cucumber from my garden. It gave me about 1 1/2 cups of juice. Crazy, right? I also peeled a lemon and tossed it in the juicer, too. I left out the ginger this go around, but I’ll probably add it next time. Taste the juice before making the popsicles—you may want to stir in 1-2 tablespoons of agave nectar. I’ve grown accustomed to the earthy taste of fresh juice, but if you’re new to it, please, stir in a little sweetener. You’ll love it more, and you’re still getting your veggies, so what’s the harm?
One little persnickety thing about fresh juice: it separates. So, to make these gorgeous green pops with raspberries floating in them just so, I ended up pouring the mixture in and then stirring several times before it froze solid. I know, it sounds like a pain. But not as big a pain as my Earl Grey latte pops with all the stripes, I swears.
If I’m counting correctly, we have but a few more weeks of bikini season. If I don’t get my bikini time in now, I’ll be blinded by my pale legs all winter log. So, bikinis it is! Yard work in bikinis! Dog walks in bikinis! Grilling in bikinis! Ok, maybe you don’t want to parade...
I don’t think I’ve had a dessert that wasn’t frozen in ages. Wait, that’s not true. I inhaled most things in the Tartine window. But I don’t think I’ve made a non-frozen dessert in my own kitchen in quite a long time. Glass jars of local heavy cream just keep making their way into my...