Make Nutella Popsicles
Ok, I’ll admit it, I haven’t exactly stretched myself with this week’s task. It’s been a bit of a challenging week – sleep deprivation, vomiting child and other fun stuff. So these are the reasons I chose to make Nutella Popsicles:
1. I bought some Nutella on a whim a while back because it seemed like a nice Mumsy-type ingredient and I haven’t really touched it since.
2. I bought some popsicle moulds a while back too and they’ve been sitting in my cupboard, mocking me. I get mocked by a lot of inanimate objects in my home and it’s not good.
3. I’ve come across the recipe a few times on Kidspot and they’ve always looked very yummy.
4. The recipe only has two ingredients.
5. The recipe only has four steps, the first of which is ‘Gather all ingredients and the popsicle moulds.’
I mean, how could it possibly go wrong, right? Riiiight.
Ok, step one. Gather all ingredients. Nutella – check. Milk – check. And the popsicle moulds. Mould bottoms – check. Mould tops – only two out of four. Come on, I can’t fail at gathering, can I? Ten minutes of rummaging through tupperware drawers and eventually locating them in one of the muddle cupboards (who put them in there?!) and I’ve finally conquered step one. Ok, all items gathered. I’ve got this.
Step two. Put ingredients in a blender and blend until smooth. It dawns on me a little late that I don’t actually have a blender anymore since my jug thing got a big crack in it. Why is life so hard? Fortunately, the recipe’s helpful notes mention that you can blend the ingredients by hand using a milk shaker canister. I have no idea what that is but I do know I have a cocktail shaker gathering dust in the cupboard from that long ago, carefree time when I used to drink cocktails. (Oh, you’d better believe that cocktail shaker is mocking me.) Time to shake. I’m just starting to get into it, enjoying the fact that it also appears to be giving me a little arm workout, when – boing – off pops the lid, even though I’m SURE I was holding it down with my thumb. Seriously, you can’t script this stuff. The small mercy is that I was standing over the sink as I did it. On the downside, I’m now having to show you all how dirty my sink was BEFORE the accident took place (how did that spaghetti bolognaise ring get so high?!).
Anyway, I still had the majority of the mix in the shaker, so I battled on. (I’m made of stern stuff, what can I say?)
Step three. Pour mixture into popsicle moulds. Done. Messy, but done.
Step four. Freeze and serve. Well, I managed the freezing bit. I just came a little unstuck at the serving part. Or should I say, ‘unsticked’.
I had been feeling a bit smug because I knew you had to run cold water over the popsicle mould to get it out. (Learnt that one the hard way.) So I was fully expecting a smooth, fluid extraction. And then, this.
Attempts at wedging the stick back in with gusto and pulling it out at a different angle proved futile. There was only one solution. Knife indelicately shoved all way around the inside of the mould and then shovel it out however you can. I did (credit where credit is due) manage to get it back on the stick at least. By this stage it was so sticky and dribbly that I didn’t dare give it to the kids and had to quickly guzzle it down myself. It was tasty, I think. I had too much of a brain freeze to pay much attention.
The remainder of the popsicles are now back in the freezer. I’m too scared to take them out, so they’ll probably stay in there for a couple of months. Mocking me.
Lessons learnt: I’ve got a LONG WAY to go on the road to being a better cook.
*So last week’s post was called Week 3, but it was really only Week 2. Because I can’t count. So this week is Week 3 again. Got it? Good.