The other day I went on this walk with my brother in law. It’ s bloody awesome, 2 hour walk first through the forest and up a mountain round the top and down back the other side. I felt energetic this morning so I decided to tackle it again. The forest is full of these huge yellowwoods that are old as your mum, I’m playing I bet she’s aged well. You also walk along these semi-dry riverbeds it’s like a fairy tale. The forest bit is magic but the stairs up to the top are a nightmare on the glutes.
It’s just stairs for days, around every corner you think you’re near the top but then you see the stairs, and it’s like “think again dumbo”. One hundred bazillion steps later I reached the summit, congratulated myself with a hearty back pat, and continued down the other side.
So on the way down I’m thinking about ice-cream, well also about not standing on snakes, but mainly how I really fancy an ice-cream. I had one in the freezer waiting. The snag is that that’s not baking and I’m supposed to have a recipe! So the whole way home I thought about how I’d give you my salted caramel sauce recipe which is really good on ice-cream, and is incredibly easy.
My journey ended with an orgasmic resting of the feet and some real majestic ice-cream. What a ramble! I guess let’s get this recipe down then.
Salted caramel sauce
Well I know that was a crazy ramble! But I got to the point eventually…
Thanks for reading!