Just recently, I hosted an unplanned little party…
Rushing home from my Saturday dentist appointment, I dropped by a small convenient store to satisfy my ice cream craving. Because I cannot decide on what flavor to get, I chose tiny pints of everybody’s favorites—Vanilla, for hubby, strawberry for my son, pistachio for me and caramel also for me. I also picked packs of cream to complement their sweet taste. Then came the idea of holding a ‘create-your-own-ice-cream-party’. Not that I tolerate binge-ing on sweets. I just wanted to bring out the creativity in everyone of us. The party people: Me, my hubby, my six-year old son and my two-year old daughter. Thank goodness for the left-over choco syrup in my fridge; the canned fruits (peach slices and crushed pineapple) direct from my pantry shelves, the sweet bananas given by my mother 2 days before and few pieces of stickos accidentally found in the bread bin. So goes our little unplanned party.
My hubby, who is as consistent as ever, settled for the simplest- a vanilla ice cream topped with choco syrup and a teaspoon of the hand-whipped cream. (he demands for preserved cherries, but they ain’t available). My team-up with my daughter ended us with a peach-melba cum banana split ice cream. The most creative of all, my son’s very own creation. As he blended all the available ingredients, he came up with the most colorful, clown-like concoction of ice cream, with the crushed pineapple posing as the hair, wedges of bananas as the hands, the stickos protruding as ears and traces of the syrup everywhere. The appetizing looks of our creation were simply irresistible. Oh what fun… Such bonding… Such closeness… My unplanned tiny party turned out to be one heck of a family affair!
