The other day my dad and I went to an Amish produce auction. I got this dream of a creemee on the way home. It tasted like a cloud. I never got what the name of the place was... but it was somewhere in the St.Lawerence Valley of NY. Just look for the really tall flag poles and the busted sign... and then you will find the cone of gold.
this is what maple creemee dreams are made of🍦
Hello Vermont! It’s been 3 quick years since Felix was born and it was time for a cousin trip. 💚 We’re crazy excited to spend time with my uber cool fam and read a million dinosaur books with my favorite curly mate.🦕🦖 Enjoy all the nosh, and adventure pics on my stories. 🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷 A cool fact from today. Spiders have ears on their legs. 😳 🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷🕷
I adore wandering through old college campuses and St. Michael’s has the most beautiful teaching garden. My kids? Throwing the checker rocks and whooping up on each other behind the cairn. 😳 #mompride
Peace out Vermont! as always it was too short, but a great visit nonetheless 🌳🏔🍁🍦
This glorious Burlington creation is called a creemee (which is exactly what I did when I ate it 😂💦🤷🏻♂️). Fresh Vermont maple creme soft serve swirled with black raspberry and topped with a hearty dusting of m&m bits had my tastebuds shaking and my body quaking!
I slept in the D.C. airport last night when I missed my connection because of weather delays in Vermont. But I was so chilled out because of my earlier pond swim that I didn’t distress. I thought it sounded fun. I’ll repeat that because I’m still disoriented. I thought it sounded FUN to SLEEP in an AIRPORT. Like it was a continuation of my adventures. And because I don’t want to go back to L.A. I want one more day of eating whatever I want. I want one more day of total relaxation and freedom. I want one more day of not worrying about my cash flow. I mean, my days of living in L.A. full time are numbered but also I caught myself—I don’t have to restrict my eating, tense my shoulders or worry about my bank account just because I’m traveling back to L.A. There are elements in my life I need to DEAL with. But I don’t need to WORRY about them. I’ve been seeing a magic Sikh chiropractor. He uses muscle testing to ask my body where it would like to be adjusted and what it would like to release. Sometimes it’s an emotion stored from a specific period of time. For the last few months, it’s been age zero. My body would like to release the fear I absorbed from inside the womb. Whenever my chiropractor asks me about my mother, my knee-jerk instinct is to correct him: “You mean my dad, right? Don’t you mean my dad?” No, he means my mother. I am holding onto my mother’s fear. It doesn’t belong to me but it’s kept me company for a long time and I can feel that in a twisted way, I want to keep it because I think it connects me to her. But my mother wasn’t her fear. And she’s not inside mine either. I don’t know how what happens next will happen next but I do know that this is a soft-serve #creemee
made with maple syrup tapped from those Vermont trees over there and it tastes delicious.
The short-lived contours of a maple #creemee
on 90 degree day.
Chocolate Cake Batter with Rainbow Sprinkles 😋 perks of teaching at summer camp!! 🍦
Maple Ice Cream at work?! I may-pull a muscle getting too excited over this! #creemee
Headed back to the archives to resurrect this sweet #punkrock
chicken for @canteen_creemee_company
It’s been a while since I started this one, but some things just need to cook slow and low for a long time…