I'm referring to the Arnold Palmer. Not so much the guy as a golfer, but as an iced tea drinker. It is my duty to tell you about this iced tea lemonade concoction just in case, like me, you are a late bloomer, and had no clue about its existence until your dad ordered one at a Cheesecake Factory this one time, and you were like, "Hey, dad, what's that you're drinking?" And he tells you it's an "Arnold Palmer," with a tone that says, "My grown daughter is so strange and doesn't even know what an Arnold Palmer is." So, I drink his, because, duh, he's my dad, so why wouldn't I gulp the drink he just ordered for himself? He then orders another one for himself, with a bit of an attitude I might add. I am too old to be doing these things, apparently. But whatever. Am now a big fan of a good Arnold Palmer.
While, I am in HOT Arizona as I write this, I am thinking about ice cream, pretending to be in Paris. Ahh, Paris. I have never been there, actually. But if and when I go, I will be sure to follow the trusty guidelines given by David Lebovitz. Having written his own book on ice cream, The Perfect Scoop, I am confident that his list of Paris Ice Cream Shops is the definitive one. Check them out here, sweet Bakery Travelers, don't they look beautiful?
You know, over the summer, pretty much wherever you dwell, it's relatively hot. If you have a sweet tooth, as I do, any treat that has "no-bake" in its title is on your radar. Popsugar gets me sometimes. Take a glance through their suggestions, and I'm guessing you will be feeling the same way...they get you, don't they? It's not a bad way to be gotten.
Fellow bakery travelers of the world...and of this blog (basically we
are one and the same): a honeyed hello! After taking a kind of hiatus
from my precious Bakery Traveler world
to focus on my often great "day job," I wanted to return to the kind of
coffee break only my little blog here provides. Sit back, relax, and
join me as I go on more bakery travels. I am not sure exactly where I
am headed or how or when I will get there, but my compass is set to scrumptious