Showing posts with label Ice Cream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ice Cream. Show all posts
15 August 2015
06 June 2015
15 January 2014
Two Words ...
.... Bookstore Pearl ....
... Icy Swirl ...
... Buttery Roast ...
... Warm (as) Toast ...
... Butterscotch Treat ...
Birthday! Sweet!
SB 'celebrated' his birthday yesterday afternoon, while I made him a special batch of Butterscotch Ice Cream with Salted Pecans ... it's a tough life, folks! Recipe follows ...
14 March 2013
28 May 2012
Summertime Flavours ... Cinnamon-Basil Ice Cream
Silent Bob is the biggest fan of ice cream that I have ever known. He has been known to sit down with an entire half-gallon and slurp his way blythely toward the bottom of the container before being shamed into saving some for others. He's an ice cream fiend!
Since summer is on its way I got thinking about his ice cream cravings. So, this week, when we made our pilgrimage to the town library, I brought home a book devoted to ice cream and cold desserts. I've been leafing though it for the past few days, bookmarking yummy ice cream, sorbet, and sherbet recipes.
Labels:
Basil,
Cook Book Shares,
Frozen Desserts,
Ice Cream
24 June 2010
A Nod to Milk Products - Part II
This post is about an old ice cream maker, an idea, and inspiration from life experience, a blogger friend, and hot weather!
Silent Bob laughs at me because I get an idea in my head and it's all detailed and convoluted. I go off on a lark and make a big thing out of, what he considers, a simple thing.
Take ice cream. We have an ancient ice cream maker that I got for him one Christmas, when we were newlyweds. That first winter, he would shovel snow into the outer chamber and throw together vanilla or chocolate ice cream like it was nothing. Simple, huh? Yes, Bob would say! However, I have taken it in mind to make a wonderful French vanilla ice cream that has dulce de leche swirled through it and toasted hazelnuts plopped into it, like little crunchy nuggets.
Silent Bob laughs at me because I get an idea in my head and it's all detailed and convoluted. I go off on a lark and make a big thing out of, what he considers, a simple thing.
Take ice cream. We have an ancient ice cream maker that I got for him one Christmas, when we were newlyweds. That first winter, he would shovel snow into the outer chamber and throw together vanilla or chocolate ice cream like it was nothing. Simple, huh? Yes, Bob would say! However, I have taken it in mind to make a wonderful French vanilla ice cream that has dulce de leche swirled through it and toasted hazelnuts plopped into it, like little crunchy nuggets.
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