Where were we? Ah…yes…ice cream! That glorious goodness from the freezer.
Well, let me tell you something. There was nothing oh-so-glorious about what I managed to create in my two day ice cream making adventure. As you may recall, I had made a late night run into the grocery store for eggs and half and half. Come morning, after my mixture had cooled (that’s what they called it in the book; mixture), I poured it into my ice cream maker with the hopes and dreams of eating chocolate chip mint ice cream for breakfast.
Then I read the directions, which mumbled something about two to three hours. What??? Okay, so ice cream would have to wait until lunch.
There was one thing that bothered me, however. Those eggs…beaten as they were, I could still see strands of yellow in my ice cream mixture. They’d dissolve, though, right? After 40 minutes of mixing in the machine with a motor loud enough to make you think you lived on the runway of the airport, plus that two to three hours of chilling in the freezer afterwards, I anxiously pulled my ice cream out and spooned it lovingly into containers. But wait…what was that? Its…yellow!
Not only had not all the egg broken up and cooked smoothly into the mixture, the ice cream smelled funny. Like mint custard. Not in the least bit appetizing to the children, who both wrinkled their noses and said, “I’ll pass.”
So that left me with a gallon of my very own original mint custard ice cream. Anyone want to come over for a bowl?
Just to help me get over that failure, Darling and I made a cheese dip. This time, we done good! Garlic, onion, basil, oregeno and a splash of red pepper.
To!
Die!
For!
Ice cream for breakfast is delightful, no doubt, but this? Lip smackin’ goodness!
Can we say’stomach pump’ if you had probably ate the ice cream. lol That dip does look good. Hope you and yours have a blessed evening.
Laura
I saw the title first – and then the picture and thought – EW, that is some gross looking ice cream. Glad it is the dip!!!
Mint Custard – hmmmm…..interesting combination really.
the dip sounds better, my dad used to make icecream homemade and we’d eat it right outta the machine… loved it;)
Ha…Laura, I did eat the ice cream! But not much. The kids got me freaked out over the smell. I brought it to my milk maven friend (the goat lady), who couldn’t smell it at all and said yes quite enthusiastically when I said she could keep it. I do have more, I may try it again. Or maybe I’ll send it to you…
I’ve got a caramel recipe to try next! 🙂
Tracey, you kill me. Will take the dip but afraid I will have to pass on the ice cream. I do make it here at home with goats milk but don’t eat it. See, I can’t for I have trouble with my sugar. (I will use that excuse for as long as possible)lol Had some tragic events here today at home. I lost Jose. He passed away around 2pm. I had been up with him since 6 something this morning, had the vet here twice but nothing could be done.
Laura
Aren’t you supposed to crack the egg and then dump the inside of it into your “mixture?”
Please forgive me, but I am not a cheese person. I eat it (had some for dinner tonight) but it has to be cooked on a pizza or on a Mexican dinner or something like that. I pass on all those nutty cheese balls and other cheesy Christmas delicacies. So when I win my trip to your hacienda, I’ll bring a gallon of ice cream and glut myself while you eat all the cheese.
Can you think of anything better?
I smell calories.
Calories smell good… 😉 You asked about the link for the blog for a year deal. I decided there was just too much questionable activity going on. Who gets hundreds of votes per day, but only two or three comments to their blog? You’re still invited to the hacienda, of course. I’ll save some of the ice cream.
Laura, so sorry! It’s always heart breaking to lose something one pours so much time and energy into. (((hugs)))
Makes me want Ice Cream for Easter
Here’s my version of the classic poem:
Eye Scream,
Ewe Scream,
Whale Scream
Fry Scream
-john karpf