I’ve been on a bit of a blender bender lately. After getting a gorgeous, shiny, powerful new workhorse of a blender, can you blame me? I am a regular troll on blender recipe sites and found one that sang out, “MAKE ME!” on the recipe portion of the Blendtec website. Fudgesicle Frosty? Sign me up.
Side note: Try saying blender bender ten times fast after eating a Fudgesicle Frosty. I dare you.
A little tinkering later (because I can) and I poured -scooped, really, because it was so good and thick- two jars full of the smooth, chocolatey, creamy, icy cold mixture, deposited a spoon in each one and sashayed into the living room.
I’m not much given to sashaying. I’m more of a saunterer or, when tired, lumberer. Sashaying means I’m up to something. And I was. Mm hm.
I popped a jar into my husband’s hands and casually said, “Hey. Want a fudgesicle frosty?” He eagerly took his jar and lit in before catching the fact that I wasn’t taking my eyes off of him. “These taste just like Frosties. Hang on. Are you alright?” he asked between bites, “You have a weird look on your face.”
I arranged my face so that it looked angelic and said, “Oh, I’m fine! Isn’t this goooood?”
And that’s when he was fully onto me.
“What is in this thing? It’s good, but the way you’re looking at me I KNOW something’s up.” quoth he.
Me: “AVOCADOSCOCONUTMILKCOCOAPOWDERANDDATES.” (pause for breath) “ANDABSOLUTELYNOSUGARWHATSOEVER!!!!!!!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!”
He looked from his jar to me and back again. He hesitantly took another bite, worked it around a little and looked at me appreciatively.
“This is really, really good. Are you sure there’s no sugar? Seriously? And no cream? I could’ve sworn this was incredibly bad for me. It really does taste like Frosties. Wow. Do we have any more in the jar?”
I don’t mean to imply that my husband doesn’t like healthy food, it’s just that he has this notion in his head that healthy food has to taste like sacrifice. No bread, no fat, no sweets, no nuttin. I take giddy delight in disproving that notion.
I promise giddy delight in your home, too, if you make these. I modified the Blendtec recipe to increase the number of dates and omit the agave nectar. If you’d prefer it a bit sweeter, you can add the agave nectar back into the mix, but we liked it sweetened with dates only.
Even after The Evil Genius and I both had double servings, we still had some left, and so I did what any self-respecting tightwad would do. I froze it. I didn’t freeze it in one giant chunk, however, I froze it in popsicle moulds. The resulting fudgesicles were outstanding.
Shortly thereafter, I made a batch and poured them into half pint jars, leaving about three quarters of an inch of headspace in each jar. I lidded and froze those, then packed them as the “ice packs” in a picnic basket to take on a field trip. By the time lunch rolled around, they were thawed enough to be spooned from the jars and the rest of our lunch was nice and cold. We have already repeated that twice and we are full of plans to repeat it repeatedly and repetitively until the warm weather runs out on us.
This is my final piece of braggardly behaviour today. You know those kids of mine who won’t touch vegetables with a ten-foot pole? They love these. Can’t get enough of ‘em. And if you guessed that I haven’t told them what’s in them, you’re absolutely right. They’re still over the moon that mummy let them have fudgesicles for breakfast. Let’s just keep this between you and me and the fencepost, alright?