So I’ve started this new exercise regime that I’m fondly calling Kicking My Ass, or, alternatively The Death of Me. It all started when the machine in the gym (in the basement of our apartment building) that you lift weights on (can you tell how serious I am about my weight lifting?) broke. So because I didn’t want to lose the little muscle I have I started doing three alternating circuits-legs, arms, core. I do one a day before I run, which generally leaves me in a constant state of pain all over my body.
Because we were in a constant state of travel last week (Camping to New Jersey to North Carolina) my exercising was sporadic and I also ate a lot of Bojangles. Which meant that going back to exercising this week doubly kicked my ass, and Dan will probably not ever stop mocking me for how long it took me to walk down a flight of stairs. Anyway, after dinner we were lying around chatting and, because my life is very hard, I was complaining. A lot. About how much it hurt to lie in our pillow top bed on our new 600 thread count sheets. Because I am the biggest brat in the whole world.
Dan knew that because I was so whiny I would probably not accept any condolences and just continue to whine, because sometimes it feels good to get it out. So, thinking I would refuse it, he offered me ice cream. Ice cream that we did not have. Ice cream that I immediately wanted. That left us with four options: a) don’t have any ice cream, b) walk very far (6 blocks) and get an ice cream cone, c) walk to the co-op around the corner and get a tub of ice cream, and d) drive to a delicious gelateria in the next town. Since the first two were clearly not acceptable and Dan said no to the last, we walked up to the co-op and bought some blood orange sorbet (mmm).
But within five minutes of debating our options I had my heart set on this really delicious sorbet from the place in Bethesda, and even though I knew I wouldn’t be able to convince Dan to drive there I thought maybe I could try and recreate it and then enjoy it over the weekend. Because when I really have my heart set on a dessert, there is very little anyone can do to stop me. So I got what I needed, and boy am I glad that I did because the cilantro lime sorbet was delicious. So good, in fact, that it was worth the searing pain of having to climb up and down a stool to get the ice cream maker down.
Cilantro Lime Sorbetto
Inspired by Dolcezza
1 cup water
1 cup sugar
1 cup freshly squeezed lime juice
1 tbsp lime zest
1/4 cup fresh cilantro
1 tbsp sugar (to be mashed with cilantro)
Boil water, sugar, and lime zest. Allow to return to room temperature.
Finely chop your cilantro. Stir in sugar and mash it together until it is pulpy.
Combine everything in your ice cream machine and let it run until solid. Freeze overnight, and serve.