Where have I been these past few days? Well, it’s been crazy. I contemplated taking a hiatus from blogging, but that would be the absolute worst thing I can do for myself, especially at a time like this. I don’t want to give up all the things that keep me sane. I’m firm in my resolve to keep blogging in general, and to keep having kitchen adventures to write about. But sometimes, things happen that can get in the way of the things we want to do.
The days following the 15th of January have been tremendous, and in a bad, really tiring way. It feels like someone pulled a rug from under my feet, and I keep trying to get up but slip back down because there’s actually a puddle of water underneath that rug. It feels like I’m running through a narrow path in a forest where all the trees seem to be reaching for me with their wooden fingers, and no matter how much I swat them away, they keep bouncing back and scratching me instead. Heck, it feels like I’m in a game of dodge ball, and there’s no place to run to because all the balls are coming at once in every single direction.
And maybe I’m having a difficult time getting back into stride what with this whole situation, but goodness does it suck up all the life out of me. ‘When does it end??’ I ask myself. Yeah, I want my life back, but as I shared in my personal blog recently, it’s gotten to the point where I have no idea when that is going to happen. This adjustment period is pretty ridiculous.
So Sunday morning I wake up and all I want to do is lounge around in my jammies, and yet a teeny weeny part of me is telling me to go into the kitchen. Surely it’ll do me good. Besides, didn’t I promise myself to post something for World Nutella Day this year? I already missed baking and posting for my birthday so I really didn’t want to miss another promise made to myself, but what to make that wouldn’t take too long and too much effort?
Well here it is: Nutella-Banana Ice Cream. Would you believe this thing only takes four ingredients?!
