I first discovered this Oreo ice cream cake when Michael and I were still in college. I made it for him for his birthday during the first year we were together. Since then, I’ve made it at least another time or two, which is not nearly enough times, frankly.
I was feeling the need to dig this one out of the archives, so I made it to take over to my in-laws’ this weekend.
A layer of crushed Oreos on the bottom makes the “crust,” and a layer of ice cream (in this case, vanilla, but it could easily be jazzed up with a fancier flavor, if you so choose) gives this cold treat its name. Duh. A thin layer of chocolate syrup (could also be substituted by caramel sauce or butterscotch… holy hell that sounds good) separates the ice cream from the Cool Whip, which serves as the topping. Sprinkle some additional crushed Oreos at the finish, and you have yourself an easy, delicious dessert.
Once in the freezer, this has the tendency to disappear VERY quickly. You’ve been warned.
I have no idea where I originally got the recipe, as it was about 8 years ago. But here is a similar one.
Oreo Ice Cream Cake
(Source: Unknown)
Ingredients:
– 2 (8 oz.) containers Cool Whip, softened
– 1 (1/2 gallon) container of vanilla ice cream, softened
– Chocolate syrup
– 1 package Oreo cookies
– 2 tbsp. melted butter
Directions:
1. Crush Oreos. (You can crush them in a bowl or zip-loc bag using your hands or something heavy, or run them through your food processor.) Reserve 1/2 cup Oreo crumbles, and set aside for later. In the bowl of crushed Oreos, add melted butter and mix.
2. Spread Oreo and butter mixture into the bottom of a 9 x 13″ pan, pressing firmly to form a crust.
3. Spoon vanilla ice cream on top of Oreo crust, spreading evenly.
4. Drizzle a thin layer of chocolate syrup on top of the ice cream.
5. Spread Cool Whip on top of the cake. Top with reserved Oreo crumbles.
6. Freeze overnight for best results. Remove from the freezer about 10-15 minutes prior to serving.
What started off as a little “stranger danger” has seemingly escalated into full-blown separation anxiety. Well, at least at bedtime.
This week, Nora suddenly changed from being the type of baby we could put to bed wide awake, to the baby who’s head will shoot up as soon as it hits the mattress, and who will scream bloody murder as soon as we turn our backs to walk out of the nursery door. As soon as we go back in, she’s fine. As soon as we turn around to walk out again, screaming. Not just crying, SCREAMING.
You wouldn’t guess that this sweet little face could scream like that, but she can. It’s the “OH.MY.GOSH HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!” scream. It’s heartbreaking.
We’ve tried different methods every night. First, we tried to do “modified” cry-it-out, where we let her cry for a few minutes, go in, shush-pat, and then walk back out. Previous to this separation anxiety stuff, if we ever had a night where she cried (rare), this is what we would do, and we were very successful with it. Now? Not so much. Two hours later, I had gone in at least a dozen times (had even picked her up and tried to rock her to sleep, but she woke up as soon as she was back in her crib), and she was still awake and crying whenever we were not in the room. Michael ended up patting her back until she fell asleep, and at that point she was finally out for the night.
The second night, I couldn’t take anymore crying, so I stayed in there with her, patting/rubbing her back until she was sleeping. At one point, I was just sitting there, and that was apparently fine with her, too. Once she was out, I was able to sneak out of the room and all was fine.
Third night? She was really tired, so she actually went down really easily. But don’t you worry–she still made sure to lift her head up to make sure I wasn’t going anywhere before closing her eyes for the night.
Now, we are back to the SCREAM-YOUR-HEART-OUT fest. I’m sort of at a loss for what to do. I keep reading that the fear of separation is real, to not ignore it–and we don’t. We go in there and comfort her. But she doesn’t STAY comforted. And she really doesn’t care to be rocked to sleep. It happens every once in a while that she’ll fall dead asleep on me, but usually, she rests her head but she wriggles around like she wants to be put down so she can stretch out. It’s like she can’t get 100% comfortable. Patting her back to sleep doesn’t always work, either. A lot of times it’s a distraction and she keeps lifting her head to look at us.
*sigh*
I hope this phase is a short one! It’s just too sad. :(
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Everyone describes small babies as “peanuts.” I don’t know why, but it’s easily the most-used word to describe Nora since the day she was born. We hear it from everyone: “What a peanut!” And we use it ourselves, too. I just think it’s kind of interesting when you step back and think about it. Where did that originate?
Anyway…
Our peanut continues to be a peanut. She had her six-month well-baby pediatrician’s appointment today, and she weighs in at 13 lbs., 3 oz. (less than 10%); she is 25 inches long (25%); and I don’t know her head measurement exactly, but it was 40%. Despite the differences in the percentiles, she’s pretty well-proportioned. And despite being somewhat teeny, she has been declared perfectly healthy.
We practiced sitting up this weekend. She can do it for a minute or so if we balance her in exactly the right way. :) I was a little worried she might be a bit behind with this, but our pediatrician said it’s more common to have a six-month-old baby who cannot sit up than it is to have one that can. That was enough to put this mama at ease.
And, in our doctor’s words, she’s “not even close” to teething. I guess I am totally imagining things! I guess it’ll be a little while before I get to tell you all about that amber teething necklace she’s wearing in the above picture–I have to know whether it works first, and she needs some teeth for that! Hmph. ;)
Brendan, Logan, and Nora are awfully fond of their great-grandfather, Michael’s poppy. We just had to get a pic of him with his three great-grandchildren at Logan’s 2nd birthday party on Saturday.
(Brendan was totally fascinated by Nora’s ponytail.)
They *LOVE* her. Nora is a very lucky girl to have all these big boy cousins to look after her! :)
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I'm Heather. I'm 33 and have been married to Michael for seven years. Together, we have two beautiful little girls we love more than anything, and a miniature dachshund who drives us crazy. I'm a full-time working mom who has very little time for my own "stuff" these days, like home improvement, cooking/baking, cake decorating, and photography. Despite the team not making the playoffs since 1999, I'm STILL a Buffalo Bills fan, which I think speaks to my loyalty AND sense of humor. I can't wait to pick up the pace with travel again some day... you know, when we're done being ruled by tiny fists. Welcome to my blog.
