{"id":151543,"date":"2012-08-02T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2012-08-02T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gracious-khorana.45-76-20-142.plesk.page\/localmex12012x108x1thai-iced-tea-vegan-ginger-ice-cream-sandwiches-htmlx1\/"},"modified":"2023-06-26T17:13:54","modified_gmt":"2023-06-26T17:13:54","slug":"thai-iced-tea-vegan-ginger-ice-cream-sandwiches","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/localmilkblog.com\/2012\/08\/thai-iced-tea-vegan-ginger-ice-cream-sandwiches.html","title":{"rendered":"Thai Iced Tea & Vegan Ginger Ice-Cream Sandwiches"},"content":{"rendered":"
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My world has been humming these past few weeks. My mother and aunt aided me in introducing light and order to areas (for instance, the kitchen cabinets) of my home that were previously akin to the chaotic blackness of mythical pre-creation.\u00a0In keeping with the making of a house a home, we\u2019ve been fortunate enough to share our dinner table with various friends and family the past four nights in a row, which is something I take immense pleasure in. This Saturday we had a full house, fitting eleven adults, a toddler, and a baby around the dining room table for hot bowls of pho bo, lemongrass pork banh mi, and a large kale salad followed by the ice cream sandwiches pictured here. Preparing food for people whose company I enjoy is one of the chief pleasures in my life, right up there with travel and sex. My lust for life is, admittedly, literal and figurative. Something to do with Venus in Leo, something to do with the stars. I\u2019m just so pleased to be a human being these days. I like to chop onions and weep, even. It\u2019s all so terribly interesting.<\/p>\n

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Wallace Stevens\u2019 poem above is not, as you may have gathered, about ice-cream per se; it\u2019s ostensibly about a wake, about death. But it isn\u2019t really about death either, rather, I think it\u2019s about life belonging to the living and choosing reality over appearance.\u00a0The only emperor is the emperor of ice cream<\/i>, that is to say, the sensual realm of the living reigns supreme over mute death.\u00a0Life is the province of cigars and wenches and concupiscent curds. And to \u201clet be<\/i> be finale of seem\u201d is the triumph of what is<\/i> over what appears<\/i> to be,\u00a0<\/i>the triumph of perfect imperfection over false perfection, the triumph of flowers wrapped in newspapers, bawdiness, and ice cream. It is, I think, an affirmation of the animate tempo and curious textures of daily life.<\/div>\n
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I give you another great author, Walter Pater\u2019s, definition of success in life, as his words are far finer than my own:<\/p>\n

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\u201cTo burn always with this hard, gemlike flame, to maintain this\u00a0ecstasy,\u00a0is success in life. In a sense it might even be said that our failure is to\u00a0form habits: for, after all, habit is relative to a stereotyped world, and meantime it is only the roughness of the eye that makes any two persons, things, situations, seem alike. While all melts under our feet, we may well grasp at any exquisite passion, or any contributions to knowledge that seems by a lifted horizon to set the spirit free for a moment, or any stirring of the senses, strange dyes, strange colours, and curious odours, or work of the artist\u2019s hands, or the face of one\u2019s friend. Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the very brilliancy of their gifts some tragic dividing of forces on their ways, is, on this short day of frost and sun, to sleep before evening.\u201d<\/div>\n

This is our proverbial day in the sun. We\u2019re now deep in the season of swimming holes, insects, peaches, thunder, and the ice cream truck that rolls up and down the streets daily, announced by its calliope playing \u201cDo Your Ears Hang Low?\u201d. Be here now. Make love & ice cream.<\/p>\n


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Oh, and I made Star Wars ice cream sandwiches in the likeness Darth Vader, Yoda, and Boba Fett. Because I could, and I have a long standing love affair with Star Wars. Epic? In space? Yes. Seriously. I know what the stripes on Han Solo\u2019s pants are called.<\/p>\n

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So, whether you enjoy dairy or abstain, I bid you whip in kitchen cups these concupiscent curds\u2026<\/p>\n

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