warming up and cooling down

these children make huge messes when they eat popsicles.  i mean huge so really, i'm not a fan of popsicles.  wrappers everywhere, sticks everywhere, stickiness. everywhere.  it's annoying.  but they're kids and kids should get to have popsicles, right?  right.  

i bought these little star molds from bed, bath & beyond years ago and never got around to using them until brooklyn begged me to make her popsicles.   luckily for her, i had just bought some greek yogurt to make my own version of red mango because honestly, i cannot afford the frequent trips i make to the cute little shop for my favorite treat.  

i've made frozen yogurt before in my handy-dandy ice cream maker and it's really delicious so i knew the chances were good that yogurt popsicles would be just as good.  i was right but there was one little problem. making popsicles is not like making cookies.  the process takes a lot longer and a five year olds level of patience is not sufficient.  she was SO excited when i finally pulled the six pops out of the freezer the next night.

one for you ...

one for cayden ...

one for gavin ...

can berkley have one?

i guess so.  there's one extra.

one for berkley ...

in comes another neighbor girl whose parents (i'm convinced), do not feed her.  she's staring at all these kids and their popsicles.  drooling.  withering away.  i felt bad which really pissed me off because this girl is not my favorite and, there were only two popsicles left.  one for jake, one for me.

here neighbor girl, you can have mine.

stomp away.

neighbor girl drops her popsicle on the grass after only two licks.  i threaten her.  you eat it or i'll cry.  she wouldn't eat it.  finally, after carrying it around sulking for ten minutes waiting for everyone else to finish their pops, i told her to go put it in the sink.  

what a darn waste.  figures.

this story has an ending.  today, i was putting the popsicle molds away and realized i was missing a stick.  i asked brooklyn if she knew where it was.   guess what she told me?

(neighbor girls name) threw it in the garbage.  

son of a swear word. 

the end

p.s. i share the recipe here.