If I wanted frozen yogurt,

I could have just frozen a container of mixed berry yogurt.

When Steven moved out in June, I spent some time cleaning out the cabinets at the house. I needed space to put all of my kitchen supplies, which had spent the last year cluttering up the garage in five large cardboard boxes. (Had to make room for Scott's kayak, riding mower, and bicycle -- the garage is "man space" and since I've taken over every closet in the house, it's only fair that I take my junk out of the garage.)

I digress. The point of my rambling is this: while cleaning out a cabinet in the kitchen, I found an ice cream maker. I was fascinated - remembering the times as a kid when we made ice cream using rock salt and coffee cans. I decided that August is a great time to make some homemade ice cream, since it's about 100 degrees every day. Plus, I get bored at the house sometimes.

The adventure started with a frozen yogurt recipe that included yogurt (big surprise), frozen mixed berries, sugar, corn syrup and vanilla extract. I mixed it all together, and came out with a concoction that looked (and tasted) surprisingly like a container of Dannon mixed berry yogurt. That should have been my first clue.



I poured it into the magical ice cream machine, thinking of what a wonderfully delicious and rich treat this would be - creamy and tasty and reminiscent of the gelato I had in Italy a few years ago. I turned on the switch and watched with what can only be described as child-like delight as the concoction mixed and began to freeze.



After the allotted 20 minutes, I scraped the "frozen yogurt" out of the ice cream maker and placed it in a container to head into the freezer so it could "firm up" a bit. But let's not kid ourselves - I took a taste before putting it in the freezer. That's when I realized that I had spent an afternoon making homemade frozen yogurt, when really I should have frozen a container of Dannon and spent my time doing something productive, like watching Keeping up with the Kardashians (I know, shocking that I'd watch such trash) or painting my toenails. **Sigh**

But at least it looks yummy. So if you're in the neighborhood and you have a taste for some low-fat homemade frozen yogurt, stop by. I'm sure this will still be in the freezer for you to enjoy.