| Thursday, September 14, 2006 |
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First I made the perfect shortbread. Now, I've graduated to the perfect ice cream. Maybe I should get me sugar checked. Ha!
I came across a very simple no-cook ice cream recipe a few days ago. So off to the store for some fat (milk), some more fat (cream), some empty calories (pure cane sugar), and some cholesterol (eggs). I already had the vanilla at home.
The cool thing about this recipe is that you don't use a churn. Although you could, it's much more MacGyver this way.
First: The Recipe*
1 cup heavy whipping cream
1 cup milk
1 egg, beaten
1 1/2 cups sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
1/3 cup raisins, diced peaches or strawberries (optional)
1 1/2 cups rock salt
7 pounds crushed ice (about 20 cups)
What you do is combine the cream, milk, egg, sugar, and vanilla (and fruit if you must). Stir it all together.
Here's the fun part. The original recipe called for a 1 pound coffee can and a 3 pound coffee can. It has you putting the gooey stuff in the small can and sealing it, then putting it in the big can and layering the rock salt and ice around it. We don't drink coffee thus, no coffee cans. But we do use petroleum by-products by the boatload so I used a set of nesting plastic bowls I happen to have laying around in my way overstocked with crap kitchen. A bonus was that the big bowl has handles which helped keep the palms of our hands from freezing when we became human agitators.
I created the package, sealed it, and went to join my husband on the sofa. He actually agreed to agitate which shocked me because he usually only agitates me. I shook for about 3 minutes, then he shook, then I shook.
We shook the contraption for about 10 minutes. I opened it up, stirred it all around (it was getting nice and custardy by then). Re-sealed and had another old-married-couple-sitting-on-the-sofa-shaking-freezing-fat session for about 10 minutes. Then?? Then it was like Christmas morning.
I opened the precious bowls and stirred gently. There were ACTUAL GLOBS OF FROZEN ICE CREAM in the bowl!! I felt like Tom Hanks when he made fire.
I snuck a lick off the spoon and wanted to give myself a freezing sugar facial by plunging my face into the bowl. They could have made me a wooden replacement nose (because mine would have fallen off from frostbite) like they did for that woman in that made-for-tv-movie where the woman was kidnapped by Oppressed Native Americans who raised her and made her their token white woman without a nose.
We let our precious concoction freeze overnight and the next evening we feasted on the tastiest frozen dish I've ever made. As a loyal Texan I might be struck dead by lightening for saying this but, Blue Bell ain't got sheeeeyit on my stuff. Maybe my tomatos don't rate, but I'd rather eat ice cream, anyway.**
*Rest assured, this is the first recipe I've ever posted here on the Chicken and chances are good it will be the last. Don't worry - I'm not going to become the second Alton.
**Yes, I'm pouting.Labels: cooking |
posted by Carol @ 10:18 PM  |
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