Dreamy (debatable) Cashew and Banana Ice-cream

I happen to be married to an actual photographer. A man who is paid to know his way around a camera. I paid for a camera, which I don’t know how to use. I beckoned him over, begging him to save my ice-cream from my camera skills.

Arriving on the scene, he surveyed the mess and said: ‘Oh’.

Oh indeed. It’s basically a glorified banana smoothie and you don’t have to be a culinary goddess to bash out a banana smoothie.

I still had enough debris left for one more attempt. For my second glass, I tried cutting the strawberries differently and shoving them down the side of the glass, hoping they’d still be visible after the second layer of ice-cream was poured over them…

Barely. Maybe it would have been a success if I’d had more strawberries. I had the three I was using as nonchalant props in the photo, but by the time I remembered them I’d already poured ice-cream to the top of the jar and sworn all my swear words.

Gaz suggested moving the shoot to my light box.