I think most of the world calls this Italian ice, not water ice, but really, it's wooder ice. I'm from Philly, and that's how you pronounce it, otherwise no one knows that you're talking about. In fact, since I've moved from the Philly area, it's the one word I say that gives me away to anyone I meet.
Now let's talk about limoncello. That marvelous liqueur that cleanses your palate after a meal, and everyone's favorite wedding/party favor as of late.
Or that liqueur that you use to make boozy sorbet, which is legit like Rita's lemon and totally reminds me of walking to the evening band camp session with my friend, Lauren. We'd leave a little early, and eat our wooder ice whilst walking to the high school for more marching band shenanigans.
Whatever you decide to call it, it's delicious. I highly recommend making some of your very own, whether you're just looking for something different for dessert, or if you're looking to hide the fact that you're getting sloshed on a regular run-of-the-mill Tuesday night.
I won't tell. Mainly because I'm doing the same thing.
We'll be each other's Secret Keepers. Secret Keepers of the Limoncello. That totally sounds like an underground secret society of Italians who distill limoncello with a secret recipe from 1497 AD in a super secret underground place near the Vatican, funded by the pope. I'm all about it.
And, yes, I bought the ice cream maker attachment for my KitchenAid mixer in order to make this boozy wooder ice. Don't tell my mom. Kitchen accoutrements were deemed off-limits when she helped me pack to move last winter. At least I purged 429 plastic containers I was no longer using and hoarding for unknown reasons in order to have room for said ice cream attachment. Because, homemade ice cream. Duh.
In other news, I treated myself to a new planner. A purple one, to be exact, made out of buffalo leather.
If you have never experienced buffalo leather, well then, you must. My checkbook cover is made from buffalo leather (yes, I still write checks, and am probably the only person left on the planet who does), and it's the softest thing. Ever. It's also withstood a solid beating every.single.day in my purse, and it still looks like new.
Anyways, have you guys seen all the fun things they have for planners out there these days???? I mean, OMG. It's a planner nerd's dream.
Actually, it gives me another place to use up all my scrapbooking supplies. Last week, I had a migraine that kicked my ass...HARD...and when I could finally see straight without blinding pain, I moseyed into the den and decorated December with stamps and shiny ephemera. I mean, what better to cheer you right up than Christmas! Seriously.
There are only 93 days left, people. Under 100 days. I hope you're ready.