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Easy No-Churn Peanut Butter Chocolate S’Mores Ice Cream

Easy No Churn Ice Cream | The Nostalgia Diaries Blog

Think of some of your favorite childhood treats, the ones that induce all sorts of food nostalgia. Do they involve peanut butter and chocolate? What about marshmallows and graham crackers? Oh, and how about the quintessential childhood treat: Ice cream? If so, then we think you’ll go crazy for this Easy No-Churn Peanut Butter Chocolate S’Mores Ice Cream.

You can mix up this Easy No-Churn Ice Cream with only 3 ingredients (no ice cream maker necessary!), forgo any mix-ins, slide it in the freezer, and spoon up some delicious vanilla ice cream in a matter of hours, but why stop there? My daughter and I had fun mixing in some of our favorite sweet treats to come up with this perfect summer-inspired flavor, Peanut Butter Chocolate S’Mores Ice Cream. Hints of this classic, summer campfire treat are swirled throughout a rich, creamy vanilla base along with decadent ribbons of peanut butter and chocolate sauce.  Continue reading “Easy No-Churn Peanut Butter Chocolate S’Mores Ice Cream”

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Easy Homemade Soft Pretzels

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I think you’d be hard-pressed to find someone who wasn’t nostalgic about one of the most common childhood snacks: pretzels.

I remember those crunchy, salty lunchbox snacks being the perfect accompaniment to the classic peanut butter and jelly sandwich. And there were so many different kinds—twists and snaps and sticks and nuggets and rods, oh my!

And then, even better, was the soft version. You know, like the kind you’d get at the mall or amusement parks or sporting events or the school carnival? Or, if you just couldn’t wait, the frozen kind you could nuke in the microwave, like the famous SuperPretzel? Continue reading “Easy Homemade Soft Pretzels”

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Week 7: Cook Up Some Comfort Food | Everyday Nostalgia

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The other day as I was having a conversation with someone I had just met, and as all first conversations go, we were sharing pleasantries and asking questions of one another. And then the inevitable Colorado question was asked: Are you a native? 

These days it seems not many people in Colorado are natives, and alas, I am not one of them. But I also wasn’t one of the people that spent their whole life in one place and then wanted to venture out and see the world. Due to the nature of my father’s job, I spent my childhood moving from place to place, from Indiana to South Carolina to Tennessee to Ohio. A few years here and a few years there made for some challenging transitions and constant change.

But in spite of all the moving we did, I could count on one constant, no matter what state we ended up in: our old antique kitchen table would always come with us and every night, my mom would cook up and place on that table the delicious, comforting recipes that defined my childhood. And even if it was our first night in a new house, the appearance of those familiar foods helped us feel like we were home.

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Week 2: In With the Old | Everyday Nostalgia

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Last Spring was a bit of a blur for me, but today, if I close my eyes and think about that time, I am transported back to a cold April day. It was a day the promise of many things—including snow—hung delicately in the air. And it was the promise of a beginning that manifested itself in the shape of a key—a key that would open the door to a hopeful, happy future.

I remember the sound as the key slid into the lock and my footsteps’ hollow echo as I walked across the floor.  I remember the way the space felt and smelled, so fresh and new. I remember wandering around as if in a trance, pulling open the blinds and seeing a hint of dust dance in the flood of sunlight and—although I was on a tight schedule and needed to get back to work—sitting down on the floor and taking in the moment.

I pressed the key firmly into my palm now and it moved ever so slightly against the pulse it had found—a pulse now slower, calmer, than it had been in months and possibly years.

And as I sat there in the emptiness of my new place, so full of promise and potential, I remember thinking, “Now what?” Continue reading “Week 2: In With the Old | Everyday Nostalgia”