Welcome to my world. Someone at work gave me their copy of Woman's Day Magazine and there - glowing up at me - was the Frozen Yogurt Banana Split. Did I say that it was on one of those 98+ degree days that I first set eyes on it? No? Well, maybe I can blame it all on the weather ...
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The shine was fading off the Frozen Yogurt Banana Split.
Last night, interspersed with two glasses of wine, I finally finished putting it together - once again at 10:30P. Into the freezer it went (me saying, "good riddance" - not a good sign). This morning, I haul it out and, although it did, indeed, look like the photograph (mine is a lot less sexy), it took 20 minutes to 'gently lift' it out of the pan. There was nothing gentle about its removal, let me tell you. However, I did control my urge to hack it out of the pan with tools, and I did manage to get it mostly out in one piece.
The taste? Meh.
This reminds me, in hindsight, painfully (Isn't that redundant? Pain/hindsight?), of my venture into fine French cooking in my mid-20s. I had labored mightily (with expensive ingredients) over "Roasted Duck Potage" for three days, only to have my then (and now ex) husband say, "Gee, this is pretty good. What is it? Duck soup?" Sacrebleu!