tropical morbet (because it's more than sorbet)

My daughter has been begging me to make ice cream, so I put the Donvier base (bought for $6, including shipping, on Ebay, to replace the never-used one I chucked in a temporary fit of de-clutter delusions) in the freezer.

In the past two weeks, I have lost the booklet, run out of cream, and gone on vacation. Finally, today, I concocted something rather close to nirvana.

Don't even think of using anything other than Tropicana Pure Peach Papaya Mango. The very name promises your eyes will roll back in your head with oralgasmic bliss.

Ingredients
1-1/3 C juice (see above)
1 C heavy cream
1 C coconut milk
3/4 C sugar
2 egg whites

Instructions
1. Simmer the sugar in some liquid—or not; it'll still work.
2. If you simmer, you must chill.
3. Follow the instructions on your ice cream maker.
4. Send me a love letter.

when you call me that, smile

Two days ago, my new website accidentally went live. If you visit lesliefmiller.com (also known as let-me-eat-cake.com), you can watch some pretty pictures go by and not much else, as I haven't gotten the text portions quite figured out. But feel free to leave me feedback here, if you'd like. I'm certain I won't be able to address it, as I'm particular with design but devoid of all but the most basic technological savvy.

The accidental site launch created the urgent need for a redesigned blog to match, which means I'll be officially abandoning my already-neglected previous blogs—which include A Doggy's Life, The Cake Life, and Oh, Foodie!—to neglect my author's blog.

Though I'm choosing a more professional-looking route, I'm sure I will say something that makes you just as angry or frustrated as my casual, damn-the-universe blogs. I will still be moderating comments, but that doesn't mean I won't include alternate views. It just means that I'd like to keep it friendly. In other words, if you are calling me a bitch, you'd better be spelling that b-e-y-o-t-c-h and saying it with a smile.