Grilled Peaches with Ice Cream are a summer dream. Learn how to grill peaches, the perfect all-natural, low-calorie, gluten-free and healthy dessert. (Gluten-free, Vegetarian)
Grilled Peaches with ice cream….. *SIGH*. Summer you are just too good to me.
Ice cream and me, we go together like flies on honey. It just, works. Grilling peaches on the grill might sound a little out of the box kind of crazy but just trust me on this.
These are good. Like can’t stop eating them kind of good. Warm gooey peaches melting in your mouth on a warm summer evening… Oh my word can we say perfection! I’ll admit though, even after these peaches I still was dreaming of the double chocolate chip cookies.
Can I eat them together?
If you make these the next time you heat up the grill, I’ll be your best friend foreverrrrrrrrrr. You of course have to bring me a bowl. Yes we will be friends forever all because of grilled peaches – with ice cream, of course. We CANNOT forget the ice cream. If you forget the ice cream, we might not be able to be friends (kiddinggggg)…. Maybe.
Now if I could only stop coughing. Ice cream will fix that. Ice cream fixes everything.
Plain simple vanilla ice cream with chocolate and peanut butter = HEAVEN. I’ll settle with warm gooey fruit with my ice cream too.
Summer + Ice Cream = EPIC COMBINATION THAT IS A REQUIREMENT
Too many equations happening in this post? Oops. It’s a pretty well-known fact that my mathematician skills are out of this world bad. When it comes to food combinations? Lets just say, I got this.
8496-3252 = …….. 5244
For those who did that off the top of your head and got it correct. Touché, I either have to write it down like a 2nd grader or use the calculator. Do you want to finish some math classes for me? I really could have used you during school. I once had aspirations to be an engineer. Pshhh that was until I saw the level of math required. I just was not blessed with that trait. Oh well, you win some and you lose some.
I texted her earlier this week on my day two of the plague, (aka this cold) letting her know I was on my death-bed with a fever. Her response? “Your should actually be You’re.” FACE PALM MOMENT. My phone might have taken a trip across the room while I loathed in my pit of snot and despair.
I appreciate the corrections but when you are laying there with a snow shower of tissues around you and can hardly get your butt off the couch for water, grammatical errors are not my priority. Plus, who really looks at what they text? Oh auto-correct you always f*** me up. Always blame it on auto-correct, right?