I don't remember when my love affair with ice cream started, but I do remember the first time I was tempted by it's deliciousness.
I was 5 years old and playing in the front yard with Susie (who was 4 at the time) on the quiet street of my parent's first home. We were playing quietly, when some neighbor girls across the street asked us to come over and play. My parents had told Susie and I repeatedly not to cross the street alone. I being the big sister told them we could not play, because we could not cross the street. They kept begging us to come over like children do, "please, please with a cherry on top" and I kept saying no. Then they finally made an offer that I couldn't refuse. In her best, sweet voice one of the little girls said "Don't you want chocolate ice cream?" Well of course I wanted ice cream and most certainly I wanted chocolate (my parents only stocked vanilla). So without thinking, I promptly dragged Susie across the street and proceeded to almost get us killed. The street we lived on was very quiet. Our home was the only one on the block and we were surrounded by apartment buildings, whose entrances did not face our street. Hardly any cars drove on the street. I wasn't thinking about looking both ways... I was thinking about the delicious chocolate ice cream I was going to consume. As I took Susie's hand in mine and took a few steps into the street, a car slammed on it's breaks. I was scared out of my mind! The gentleman that was driving the car was not too happy. I remember him telling us that us girls needed to be careful. I don't really remember what happened next. We didn't make it across the street, and we didn't tell my parents, but some how they found out. I think the gentleman actually came back and told my parents. We were punished that evening, and needless to say I didn't get my chocolate ice cream.
I was 5 years old and playing in the front yard with Susie (who was 4 at the time) on the quiet street of my parent's first home. We were playing quietly, when some neighbor girls across the street asked us to come over and play. My parents had told Susie and I repeatedly not to cross the street alone. I being the big sister told them we could not play, because we could not cross the street. They kept begging us to come over like children do, "please, please with a cherry on top" and I kept saying no. Then they finally made an offer that I couldn't refuse. In her best, sweet voice one of the little girls said "Don't you want chocolate ice cream?" Well of course I wanted ice cream and most certainly I wanted chocolate (my parents only stocked vanilla). So without thinking, I promptly dragged Susie across the street and proceeded to almost get us killed. The street we lived on was very quiet. Our home was the only one on the block and we were surrounded by apartment buildings, whose entrances did not face our street. Hardly any cars drove on the street. I wasn't thinking about looking both ways... I was thinking about the delicious chocolate ice cream I was going to consume. As I took Susie's hand in mine and took a few steps into the street, a car slammed on it's breaks. I was scared out of my mind! The gentleman that was driving the car was not too happy. I remember him telling us that us girls needed to be careful. I don't really remember what happened next. We didn't make it across the street, and we didn't tell my parents, but some how they found out. I think the gentleman actually came back and told my parents. We were punished that evening, and needless to say I didn't get my chocolate ice cream.
A few years after we got married Brian bought me an ice cream maker. It churns out the most creamy, smooth, and seductive concoctions. Homemade ice cream is the best. It's real. It doesn't have artificial flavors or stabilizers. The best chocolate, home grown mint, fresh fruit... mmmm.
I'm not beneath a McDonald's mc flurry (peanut butter cup, please), but there is nothing like stepping into a homemade ice cream shop. It is usually unbearably hot outside, so there is a line a mile long. Once you step in the cold air hits your face and the scent of waffle cones lingers in the air. Then it's decision time, coffee break, banana chocolate malt, blueberry cheesecake... and the list goes on. Then you take your first lick and it is pure bliss.
My little ice cream maker has been churning out delicious quarts these days. Ian requested chocolate. So, I turned to my favorite ice cream recipe book Perfect Scoop, David Lebovitz. I'm not sure how many flavors David came up with for his book, but there are a lot of recipes. I found milk chocolate and was intrigued. I combined a few of his recipes and came up with this. I used the Lindt extra creamy milk chocolate, which is the chocolate that I use for my truffles. Not to be boastful, but oh my goodness this is just, I'm not sure what to say but YUM! If you like milk chocolate and ice cream, then please try this, you'll thank me.
Milk Chocolate Ice cream (adapted from David Lebovitz)
7.5 ounces milk chocolate, finely chopped ( I like Lindt)
*2 1/4 cups heavy cream
1 cup skim milk
3/4 cup sugar
pinch of salt
1 tsp. vanilla extract
In a saucepan, mix together the cream, sugar, and salt. Heat the mixture slowly until the sugar is dissolved and the cream is very warm. Remove from the heat and add the milk chocolate. Let it sit for a minute and then whisk until the chocolate is melted. Then stir in the milk and vanilla. Pour into a bowl and refrigerate until the mixture is thorougly chilled. Then freeze it in your ice cream maker.
Enjoy!
xoxo
Rach
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