Happy 4th of July!
This card was sent to me by my blogging friend, Pam, of
Virginia Retro. Pam's collection of vintage tablecloths leaves me speechless:
Do you find yourself at a loss for words at the sight of these endless stacks? What if I told you that every time she showcases one of her tablecloths, she coordinates the table setting to match? I can't imagine how organized you have to be to have so many different sets of plates, glasses, napkins, candlesticks, serving pieces, silverware....my head is spinning just thinking about cataloging it all!
My head was spinning last week when I made this salted caramel ice cream. I hadn't made ice cream yet this summer, I had a free afternoon, I decided to get a little fancier than usual.
I debated whether or not I should blog about this ice cream. Not because it wasn't good. It was incredible. Unbelievable. Really, REALLY good.
But it took an incredible amount of time. In a nutshell, the ice cream I've made in the past falls into these categories:
1. Throw all of the ingredients into the ice cream maker, let it mix for 20 to 30 minutes. Eat it while it's soft, or freeze for later. (Easiest and quickest)
2. Make an egg-based ice cream, which requires heating the ingredients, tempering eggs, simmering to thicken, refrigerating for a few hours to cool it before it can be mixed in the (frozen) ice cream maker for 20 to 30 minutes, freezing it to firm up. (Easy yet time consuming)
3. Making an egg-based ice cream (see above), which also requires preparing a recipe in advance for needed ingredients (such as salted caramel) that are part of the ice cream recipe. (Still easy, yet even more time consuming)
Care to guess which one (1, 2 or 3) this salted caramel ice cream is?
Hint: it wasn't ready to eat until the next day.
If you picked #3, pat yourself on the back.
During the cooking process (particularly when I was stirring the cream into the hot caramel and the caramel suddenly seized), I had many thoughts along the lines of "this better be worth it," "is it really worth all of this trouble?" and "I'm never making this again."
And then when I took the first bite the only thought I had was, "Wow, this was SO worth the time that I put into it!"
I wrote everything down, so that I could duplicate the recipe at some point in the future when I have a free day. Or two. One day to make ice cream, one day to recover.
Then I decided that I do need to blog about it, if only to remind myself how time-consuming and frustrating it was to make.
And to remind myself that it was the best ice cream that I've ever made.
I even gave Clyde a spoonful. He ate it quite enthusiastically.
I wouldn't read too much into that, however; he also eats ice cubes with the same enthusiasm.