I’m all about dessert. In fact, anyone who asks me to bring a salad to a potluck misses out on my better efforts. My love of sweets is likely hereditary. My father could not finish a meal without asking about or eating dessert. I’d have to say ice cream was his favorite, as it is mine. So after a day out in the sun, pulling weeds and muscles, I sat down to a lazy dinner (tuna salad sandwich) and pondered the big question, “What was I going to have for dessert?”
I thought, well there’s nothing wrong with a bowl of vanilla ice cream. At that moment, the clouds parted (I swear I heard angels sing), and the sun lit up my jars of honey and an old peanut chopper on the counter — divine dessert intervention, no doubt.
Two scoops of vanilla ice cream later, and I forged ahead with the toppings at hand: homespun honey and Virginia peanuts. Upon contact, the honey solidified into a rich sticky toffee, perfect alone, but happier as a vehicle for some crunch. Chopped salted peanuts finished the crown of this confection, and before I could say Pooh Corner, my spoon was stuck in the middle of the opulent mess. Only three ingredients, and one of the best things I’ve ever eaten — the perfect combination of sweet, salty, creamy, crunchy and rich.
How to Make a Honey of a Dessert
Step one: Scoop up a bowl of your favorite vanilla ice cream.
Step two: Drizzle a generous spoonful or two of honey over the ice cream.
Step three: Add a tablespoon or two or three of chopped, salted peanuts.
Now for the floor show…
And just in case you need a little entertainment with your dessert, here’s a clip from my friend Heidi who caught me extracting some of the world’s best honey (in my humble opinion). A big thanks to her husband David for being my O-Bee-Wan Kenobi, and sharing his knowledge, equipment, and love of bees. As Thoureau once said, “The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams.”
“ ‘Well,’ said Pooh, ‘what I like best,’ and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.”
― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh