Some would call it Evil Genious

Others would call it just plain wrong.

Whatever YOU decide to call it, I call it "Ghetto Fried" Ice Cream.

The Evil Genious known in these here parts as "Dad", "JP",and "Mr. Cave Hair", the Master of All the Should Not Be dissappeared from the bedroom two evening's ago. In his absence I heard the freezer open, the distinct rustling sound of a bag of cereal, and the unmistakable pop-thud-clink that is Mr. Cavehair extracting peanut butter from its cozy home in the Skippy jar.


He returned to the bedroom baring a smile of pure delight and told me to close my eyes. I'm always up for a surprise and so I quite joyfully cooperated. Of course he had to tease me just a bit and put an empty spoon in my mouth first, but then came the sweet delight forever more known as "Ghetto Fried" Ice Cream.


It was so good, we knew we had to make it for the kids on Friday night, so we did and I insisted on blogging it. ( I think Mr. Cavehair was actually quite flattered, as he was quite cooperative with my silly picture taking!)


This is a child's bowl being prepared. Be warned, if JP makes your bowl it will be approximately equal parts vanilla ice cream and peanut butter. I personally find the peanut butter to be totally and completely unecessary, you can be your own judge on that.





So, you need vanilla ice cream, Honey-Bunches of Oats cereal, honey, and peanut butter ( that is SO optional!).
Put your ice cream in your bowl, mash your peanut butter into your ice cream, generously cover your serving in Honey Bunches of Oats, and then drizzle the whole lot with Honey.

If you're serving it up CaveHair style, it will need to be mushed all together. Cleaning the sides of the bowl before allowing a picture to be taken would be highly irrational, this is about taste, not presentation. Also, if you do not have a pair of sunglasses to place on the counter next to your food preparation station, don't worry, its not actually a recommended practice.


Now, if you've ever had expensive Fried Ice Cream at a "Mexican" restaurant ( I put "Mexican" in parenthesis because I am 99.99% certain that if I went down to say, Michoacan, I would have a very difficult time finding any fried ice cream, Chimi-Cheesecakes, or even Burritos) you will recognize the taste immediately!

Seriously, this tastes to much like the real thing that I'll bet the real thing won't even taste this good if I ever order it out again.

So there you have it, "Ghetto-Fried" Ice Cream. Now go back and read that part about the bedroom picturing me in Flannel Pajamas festooned with pink elephants on ice-skates. (yeah, the one's from Target, I got them for Christmas from my 14 year old).