Well, I have to agree with my son on this one. These may be the tastiest popsicles I’ve made to date.
He didn’t quite put it that way though.
In fact, he said it precisely like this: “Wow, Mom, these actually taste like popsicles.” In teenage parlance I knew exactly what he meant. I finally managed to create an all natural popsicle that wasn't rock hard and entirely devoid of flavor.
This is the same teenage son who, upon sampling one of my first versions of low sugar cookies, chose to break it to me gently this way: “Oh Mom, you don’t know what you’re up against.”
He said it with such a calm assuredness and sincerity that it had me laughing tears. We both knew he was right of course and he managed to synthesize the battle of the century into one simple sentence. (He can be infuriatingly smart that way).
I still find myself laughing about his comment at the strangest times – in the middle of the night, driving my car, brushing my teeth. It reminds me of all the times I almost certainly embarrassed my boys in their younger years by insisting on real food and refusing to buckle under pressure. Handing out apple baskets instead of loot bags at their birthday parties, making fresh fruit birthday cakes, sending them off with veggie platters to school parties and the coup de grace, introducing a healthy lunch program at their elementary school (let’s just say it didn't have the same momentum as pizza day). Yup, moms can be downright distressing at times. Ah well, better to stand for something, right? Besides, it builds character and there are plenty of those around here.
dreamy summer goodness
Fill an ice cube tray (or two) with any remaining popsicle mixture
and enjoy orange-coconut infused water for days ~
A Brilliant Happy Hour by the Lake
Celebrating 10 years of Cottage Living & 17 Years of Marriage!
(my prince charming taking the photo)
our bathing beauty and constant companion