I didn’t eat ice cream this summer. As I’ve gotten older it has become clear that lactose and I have a dysfunctional relationship. At first it’s good, in fact those first few moments are magic – sweet and intense. The good times don’t last long and before I know it, the sweetness is gone and all that is left is the pain (and bloating and other things that one does not mention on a blog with such elegant readers as yourself).
I missed ice cream. I wanted ice cream. I tried the various substitutes. Frozen yogurt lacked the creaminess I desired. Soy ice cream was too soy-y. I have discovered that I can do goat’s cheese with little problem. I needed goat’s milk ice cream. Thankfully, such a product exists. I visited A Market Foods in Manchester, NH and picked up a carton of Laloo’s Deep Chocolate. It had that goat’s milk tang, all the creaminess of regular ice cream, and a deep chocolate decadence. I let my husband have a bit, but most of the carton happily slipped down my ice cream deprived throat. I haven’t tried the other flavors yet, but I am looking forward to that delicious task.
