Come Mister Tally Man Tally Me Banana Ice Cream

Come Mister Tally Man Tally Me Banana Ice Cream

Chunky Monkey Ice Cream Clone

You scream, I scream, we all scream for ice cream.  You remember that chant from your childhood right?  Doesn’t it seem to hold more truth as we become adults?  I don’t eat a lot of ice cream, but I do love a good ice cream (or gelato, or sorbet, or ooooh do remember chocolate pudding pops – yum –sorry, went off into la la land there).  A good ice cream to me has to have an authentic flavor, none of that imitation flavoring crap, and lots of chunks of goodies (that makes it like 2 desserts for the price of one).  The cone doesn’t count because I don’t usually get ice cream cones.  Not that I don’t love the sugar cone, I do, but you know how little kids let the drips get away from them and they end up wearing as much ice cream as they put in their belly?  Well, that’s me.  Craig gets so embarrassed walking around with me when I have ice cream dribbled all down the front of my shirt.

But I’m not the one who has the hard on (pun intended) for ice cream in this house.  Craig LOVES ice cream.  He’s even pickier than I am.  If the texture or flavor isn’t just right, into the trash it goes.  In his earlier life (with the first wife – can’t call her #1, cuz that’s reserved for me ) he would make ice cream all the time.  He had the Ben & Jerry’s book and would make them all.  We’ve got a copy of the book and there’s not an easy ice cream recipe to be found in there.  But the one he made religiously was Chunky Monkey ice cream.  He loved his Chunky Monkey so much that he got me turned on to it.  What’s not to love…banana ice cream, chunks of walnuts and huge chunks of dark chocolate.

So for Valentine’s Day a couple of years ago, I bought him an ice cream maker.  Oh how I envisioned him making quart after quart of luscious chocolate banana ice cream.  I didn’t care if I got big as a house from all the eggs, sugar and cream.  My beloved was going to make me gourmet ice cream – and make it whenever I wanted it.

Back to reality…he’s never even touched the ice cream maker.  However, I’ve made us several batches of yummy frozen  goodness.  And then I came across the infamous “One Ingredient Ice Cream Recipe” over at The Kitchn.  And can I say that I was smitten?  Technically, it’s not ice cream.  It’s frozen bananas pureed into an ice cream consistency with pure banana flavor (of course, it should be since there’s only one ingredient in the whole thing – bananas).

Not content to leave well enough alone, I set out to make my a version of Chunky Monkey that I think would make even Ben & Jerry weep from it’s goodness.

Relationship Advice

Breaking up is hard to do.  Scratch that, breaking up sucks!  We’ve all been there…some of us more than others.  But after you finish eating your half gallon of ice cream, watching hours upon hours of Law and Order and going through a box of Kleenex it’s time to figure out what to do (or not do next).  For those of you in this situation, I feel for you (I really do), so I thought I’d put together this little check list of what to do and what not to do next.

What Not To Do After a Breakup

Do not bedazzle your va jay jay a la Jennifer Love Hewitt.  This is going to lead to nothing but pain and embarrassment.  Some of those little sparkly crystals are going to fall off while you’re walking through the mall and people are going to think your innards are falling out.  You’re also going to itch like crazy for shaving off all your hair and having glue there – and then when you have an allergic reaction to the glue your going to look like you’ve got a case of the crabs and more of your little sparklies are going to fall off.

Step away from the refrigerator, don’t go near that bakery and lose the number to the pizza place.  The last thing you need to do is eat your feelings away.  First of all, food won’t make the feelings go away.  You’ll probably forget the bastard/bitch that did this to you while you’re rolling on the floor holding your belly and dreading the run to the drugstore to get some Pepto Bismol for the bellyache you now have.  But after you’re done with wallowing in your food trough the only plus you’ll see is on the scale.  Then you’ll just get angry all over again because that bastard/bitch has now caused you to get fat.  Besides, you want as little down time as possible before getting back out there and partying again.

Do not beat yourself up for losing “the one,” he/she clearly wasn’t or he’d/she’d still be with you.  Just think of him as an in betweener wiener.  For you guys out there, think of the parting as getting rid of nasty angina.

Things To Do After a Breakup

Work on yourself.  You’ve got more free time now – do something fun or learn something you’ve always had an interest in.  Take one of those stripper pole dancing classes (that’s sure to get you feeling sexy again).  Take a cooking class (this is one I highly recommend), at least you’ll be eating well when the class is over with – no more junk food.  Join a gym and work out your anger on a punching bag.

Hang out with your friends of the opposite sex.  They can help you feel better and more comfortable getting back into the dating game again because you’ll be hanging with people of the same gender as the one you’re mourning the broken relationship with.

Dump the momentos.  Anything that they got you that reminds you of them has got to go – this includes pictures and stuffed animals (ugh do people still do that past the age of 16?).  Donate the stuff (a nice tax deduction), have a garage sale (then donate what’s left over – double cha-ching) or just throw it out.  Whatever you do, just get rid of it.  All those things are going to do is drag you down and take you back through your past.  Out with the old and in with the new.

Makes 2 servings


  • 3 Bananas Peeled
  • 1 Tablespoon Grand Marnier
  • 1/2 Cup Roughly Chopped Walnuts
  • 1/2 Cup Roughly Chopped Dark Chocolate (no more than 60% cacoa)
Read the whole recipe on My Man's Belly