Honey Butter Ice Cream with Sticky Bun Swirls

If you’ve spent any amount of time following this blog over the years, it probably hasn’t been too terribly difficult to ascertain the three general truths of my existence:

  • I love ice cream
  • I’m mildly to moderately dramatic
  • I have an absolute and unwavering adoration for Akron, Ohio (a.k.a. the best city ever in existence)

My love for Akron runs deep. It’s where I went to school, got my first real job, and met my husband. It has the best people, best parks, best burgers, and best basketball player(s)…but obviously I’m partial.

And now, Akron’s got another thing to add to its resume:

World’s best honey.

Honey? But don’t you get that on a farm? Surrounded by cows and flower and nature? Surely not in an urban center full of houses and shops and businesses?

Never fear, dear reader! I too, had these questions. And we’ll get to them, in a moment. Just not before I get to give you my typical longwinded and overly complicated assessment of the situation.

My husband works in Akron, and because he’s quite literally the Best Person Ever, he goes for walks on his lunch break and procures items from local businesses and surprises me with said items when he comes home (trust me, I know I’m spoiled rotten).

One day Hubs came home with a beautiful, deep amber bottle of honey from Akron Honey Company, and I was immediately skeptical. Sure, I love intriguing bottles of culinary items and anything that makes reference to Akron, but honey and I don’t exactly have a stellar history…

(And I’m sure you’re surprised I have a petty bone to pick with an entire food group).

It’s a long story, one that starts at McDonald’s as a six year old and ends in my kitchen during adulthood (as many of my stories do, strangely enough). I’ll spare you the nitty gritty details and give you the key highlights…

Like most good Midwestern children, there were few things in life that I looked forward to more than a Chicken McNugget Happy Meal. Because my mom was generally concerned about my health and wellbeing, I was only afforded  this pleasure about once a week or so. But during those occasions, my life was pure bliss. I simply cannot express the joy I felt dunking those little boot-shaped pieces of processed delicacy into the accompanying dipping sauces – I savored each moment!

Although many children my age experimented with several different sauces, I was a ride-or-die BBQ sauce kind of gal. As far as I was comcerned, this was the only real choice, and I never switched. NEVER. I was brand loyal.

One day, I just happened to be chilling with a friend when much to my delight, I discovered the prospect of fast food was more readily accepted in her household than mine, and before I knew it, I was on my way to Nugget Heaven. As we pulled around to the drive-through window and I got ready to request my tried and true BBQ sauce, I was interrupted by a horrifying sound – the sound of my friend ordering honey dipping sauce. Naturally, I was thoroughly and utterly appalled, but because at age six I already understood the importance of conforming to social norms to build healthy relationships with others in my peer group, I too orderd the honey dipping sauce.

I dunked my nugget, took one bite, and my life has never been the same ever since.

I’m not sure if it was the chicken nuggets themselves, or the undoubtedly low-grade honey, or the combo of the two. But I’d never experienced anything so horrifying. Regrettable. Awful. Deplorable.

Thoroughly disgusted, I never really had too much to do with honey from that day forward, because I assumed I just didn’t like (but in reality, it’s because NOBODY should be dipping nuggets in honey. Not even a six-year-old. Bleh).

After that first experience, I dabbled with honey every now and again, but always indirectly. For me, honey was never the star of the show…it was always the trusty sidekick in stable marriages like honey mustard, honey Sriracha, or honey peanut butter.

I’ve always wanted to love it, I really have. I mean, Winnie the Pooh eats honey exclusively and he’s so excited about it he can’t even wear pants, so it MUST be good. But alas, the joys of a honey-rich existence escaped me indefinitely.

And here I suddenly was so many years later, standing in the middle of my kitchen at the cusp of this major honey crossroads.

Hesitant, I licked a little honey off of my finger, and I was completely and utterly floored. It was unlike any honey I had ever had before – it had this rich, amazingly floral, almost savory flavor. Before I knew it, I had entered into a magical world of honeyed perfection as I devoured spoonful after spoonful.

As I started researching the Akron Honey Company and learning more about its background, I fell even more in love. The company’s apiary is smack dab in the middle of an (extra)ordinary Akron neighborhood, on a plot of land that was previously abandoned (hence the term “urban” honey. See? I told you I’d answer your questions eventually).

Rather than harvesting a bunch of honey at one time, the owner employs a microbatching method, meaning he harvests the honey in small batches (hipsters, take note of my use of the term microbatching). Aside from producing an amazing product, this company’s mere existence is contributing to the greater good of Akron – they’re out there making a difference, demonstrating that all it takes is hard work and a novel idea to make a huge impact on a city and its people.

I was hooked on this honey, and knew I needed to pay tribute to this awesome product with a similarly awesome ice cream concoction. I nearly crumbled from the pressure: do I go with something heartbreakingly hipster but slightly overdone, like a honey lavender or honey vanilla? Or do I go with my gut and make something ridiculously gluttonous?

You can probably judge from the title of this post that instinct won out. I’m a huge fan of honey butter (another stellar honey marriage), but honey butter alone didn’t feel special enough. As you guys know, I tend to prefer ALL THE THINGS in my ice cream, so I went a wee bit overboard and made homemade sticky buns then smashed them into a delectable swirl. This part totally isn’t necessary – just the honey butter ice cream is fantastic on its own, but the sticky buns add a layer of texture and interest to the finished product.

The result? A honey-licious (which may or may not be the title of my future autobiography) ice cream that’s equal parts chewy, sticky, salty, and creamy. With an extra hit of honey drizzle at the end, its the ultimate in comfort food.

I’m pretty annoyed that it took me this long to realize the joys of truly good honey, but I’m very much looking forward to making up for lost time this summer.

Urban honey? That’s where it’s at.

(Just not with chicken nuggets. Never that).

Happy scooping!

Honey Butter Ice Cream with Sticky Bun Swirl

  • Servings: 8
  • Time: 24 hrs
  • Difficulty: Moderate
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Yield: 1 quart

Ingredients:

3 tablespoons butter

5 egg yolks

1/4 cup sugar

2 cups heavy cream

1 cup whole milk

Pinch of salt (or to taste – I love this ice cream extra salty to balance the sweetness of the honey)

6 tablespoons honey

2 cups chopped sticky buns (store-bought or homemade)

Extra honey, for drizzling

Directions:

Make the Honey Butter Base:

  1. In a small saucepan, melt the butter over medium heat and continue to cook, stirring frequently, until it bubbles constantly and turns a medium to dark amber color (about ten minutes). Pour through a strainer into a small dish and set aside.
  2. Combine egg yolks and sugar into a medium sized bowl and whisk vigorously. Whisk in your browned butter from Step #1 and set aside.
  3. In a medium saucepan over medium heat, heat the cream, milk, and salt until it just begins to steam, being careful it does not reach a simmer or boil. A little at a time, pour the warmed cream mixture into the yolks, whisking constantly until all of the cream is incorporated. Pour the warmed yolk mixture back into the saucepan, and continue cooking for ten minutes or so, stirring frequently, until the mixture thickens into a custard (if using a wooden spoon or rubber spatula, the custard should stick to the back; when you wipe your finger across, there should be a clear “path” through the custard).
  4. Once finished, strain your custard through a mesh sieve into a bowl or storage container. Stir in honey. Once combined, store mixture (covered) in the fridge until thoroughly chilled, preferably overnight.
  5. The next day, before churning your ice cream, be sure to taste the mixture and add more honey or salt if desired.

Make the Sticky Bun Swirls (aka “Choose Your Own Adventure”):

  1. Option #1: Find a sticky bun recipe that you love already, and make them!
  2. Option #2: Buy some sticky buns at the store!
  3. Option #3: If you’re like me and you just CANNOT handle dough/pastry creation of any kind but you still enjoy baking, make these ones that use store-bought phyllo dough. I know what you’re thinking, but let me stop you right there – because they’re amazingly delicious and so easy even an ice cream blogger can make them.
  4. Once the sticky buns are in your possession, eat one (or two), and then roughly chop a few of them up. Drizzle with extra honey, smash them around a bit, and set aside until ready to use.

Put it all together:

  1. Freeze the Honey Butter ice cream base in your machine according to manufacturer’s instructions.
  2. In your storage container of choice, layer ice cream, then chopped sticky buns, then more ice cream, etc. until your container is full. By taking the time to layer the ice cream like this, you’ll get a true swirl pattern once you scoop the finished product.
  3. Freeze overnight or until hardened (usually a full 8 hours). Before serving, drizzle with extra honey. Enjoy 🙂

Nut Dip Ice Cream with Spicy Caramel Sauce

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There are few occasions in life more nerve wracking than meeting your boyfriend’s parents mother for the very first time.

Luckily for me, my boyfriend eventually became my husband, so my now mother-in-law is stuck with me indefinitely (whether she likes it or not!).

But little did she know that that first meeting (as well as many subsequent meetings after that), were some of the most anxiety-ridden of my life. (Come to think of it, perhaps she DID know and simply delighted in my discomfort until I eventually came to my senses).

You see, my then-boyfriend hyped his mother as this tough-as-nails tomboy; a true badass that raised three rambunctious boys and could build stunning furniture from scratch that gives Restoration Hardware a run for its money. Not to mention, she’s a fantastic cook whose food is intensely craveable and comforting. Oh and she’s also smart and independent, and knows about things like finance, real estate, and taxes, because WHY WOULDN’T SHE. Renaissance woman, much?

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Before we met, I worried. A lot.

I worried because I really, really liked, er, loved her son (though I hadn’t told him yet). I worried because her approval meant so much to me. And I worried because on paper, we couldn’t be further apart. She, the badass, and me…the girly girl who worships hot rollers and may or may not have a different pair of Hello Kitty pajama pants for each season. The girl who couldn’t cook anything other than Buffalo Chicken Dip and boxed brownies, so that’s what her son and I had eaten for three weekends in a row.

(Note: a different story for a different time).

In all honesty, I don’t remember too much about the specific details of our first meeting, only that we all ate Italian food and I was NERVOUS AF to meet everyone (I forgot to mention that I also met his grandma and his oldest brother that night, because WHY NOT add to an already stressful situation by giving me more people to impress?!).

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I had my guard up all throughout dinner; only relaxing when his dad offered me a plate of fried ravioli and instinct took over. At the end of the night, I knew his dad and I were going to get along swimmingly due to our shared love of Things That Are Fried But Shouldn’t Be, but try as I might, I couldn’t get a great read on his mom. She gave me a hug, but I attributed this to general decency and politeness and nothing that I had done or said specifically to inspire such a reaction.

As I usually do, I overanalyzed the entire evening and made up a version of events in my mind in which I’d completely ruined everything, and thus I decided later that night on the comfort of my couch (Hello Kitty pajama-clad), that I’d make it my life’s mission to win over his mother. This decision set into motion a series of events and interactions in which I tirelessly sought her approval by being the best version of myself I could be (ie, the version of myself that I thought she’d like the most).

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Every time we saw his parents after that, I censored my true self. I took it easy on the hot rollers and winged eyeliner, and made it seem like I was adventurous and down for anything (when really I just wanted to lay around and eat snacks all day).

Eventually, all the masquerading really took its toll on me, and the stress culminated on one hot summer day in the sleepy beach town on Lake Erie where my future in-laws grew up.

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My then-boyfriend and his mother decided they wanted to go to the beach and walk out on the pier, which I saw as yet another opportunity to prove my worthiness and sense of adventure. Well, once we reached the pier, they decided we should scale the rocks, which hovered probably 12 feet or more above these menacing, crashing waves. I have an intense fear of heights and also drowning (did I mention I can’t swim? Because OF COURSE I CAN’T). I’m also 99% sure I was wearing Steve Madden wedge sandals, because sometimes when you’re a girly girl pretending to be casual THERE ARE CRACKS IN THE LINING and you forget that wedges aren’t actually reasonable footwear.

I didn’t want to do it. In fact, I was terrified. I wanted to cry (and I may have, just a little bit). But then I took a deep breath, feigned bravery, and did it. I scaled those rocks like my life depended on it.

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I didn’t do it for my future husband. Or for the innocent people on the beach who would undoubtedly see me fall to a certain death. I did it for her. Because she was the most important. And I didn’t want her to think I wasn’t good enough. Or worse, some sort of prissy pants.

It was then and there, on the edge of Lake Erie, that I said to myself, ENOUGH. The stress of fronting as a normal person was just too much, and I decided that I just needed to be my crazy self, Hello Kitty pajamas and all.

And you know what? From that moment on, my MIL and I became the greatest of friends. I stopped worrying that I would disappoint her and instead focused on getting to know her (and alternatively, letting her get to know me).

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Truthfully, writing this post was somewhat of a challenge because it’s hard for me to imagine our relationship as being anything other than it is now – which is totally open, comfortable, and crazy fun.

We have a lot more in common than I ever would have thought, including but not limited to our love of: trash television, fashion blogs, spicy snack food, shopping for oddball antiques, and of course – ice cream.

When I starting thinking about an ice cream that I could make in her honor, I immediately thought about an infamous nut and chocolate confection from a local ice cream shop lovingly known as the “Nut Dip.”

(The name always makes me giggle).

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The Nut Dip is from the Pied Piper, which is one of my favorite ice cream shops in Ohio. It’s where you can get amazing, old school treats, things like an Orange Twist and thick, malted shakes. The Nut Dip has layers of vanilla soft serve, chocolate syrup, and crispy, chocolate-covered nuts, all topped off with dallops of fluffy whipped cream and chocolate shell. It’s a delicious combo and fan favorite that the entire town of Huron, Ohio will line up for on a Friday night (I know this because I’ve been in said line before…and let me tell you it is worth the wait!).

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But, just a plain old Nut Dip Ice Cream seemed a little too boring for my MIL, so I decided to give it a touch of sass with some spicy caramel ribbons, inspired by her love for spicy snacks. The spice in the caramel comes from just a touch of chipotle chili pepper, and it’s rounded out with a healthy pinch of smoked sea salt. I swapped the chocolate syrup for hot fudge, and made my own “Magic Shell” which I then proceeded to dip my nuts in (tee tee) before allowing them to set in the freezer. The result was similar to a chocolate bark (see below), but with a more forgiving snap, perfect for layering throughout the vanilla ice cream base. The salty, chocolate-y nuts with the spicy caramel is bold, unexpected, and delicious.

It’s a Nut Dip for only the baddest of bitches 🙂

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So, I dedicate this post to my super awesome, tough-as-nails mother-in-law. But because you can’t actually put nails in ice cream, instead I made some spicy, badass caramel sauce. You can leave out the spice if that’s not your thing, just be sure to eat this ice cream while doing something hard-core.

Like scaling rocks…or trash talking with your MIL 🙂

Happy scooping!

Nut Dip Ice Cream with Spicy Caramel Sauce

  • Servings: 8
  • Time: 24 hrs
  • Difficulty: Moderate
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Yield: 1 quart

Note: This recipe makes extra hot fudge, caramel, and chocolate nut bark. If you only want enough for this recipe, you may want to halve those amounts 🙂

Ingredients:

5 egg yolks

½ cup sugar

2 cups heavy cream

1 cup whole milk

1 teaspoon salt

2 teaspoons high-quality vanilla extract

2 cups of mixed nuts (I used a mix of peanuts and cashews)

1 cup of Chocolate Shell

1 cup of Hot Fudge

For the Spicy Caramel Sauce:

1.5 cups of sugar

1/2 cup of water

1 cup of heavy cream

2.5 tablespoons of butter

1/4 tsp of ground chipotle chili pepper, or to taste

smoked sea salt, to taste (I used around a teaspoon)

Directions:

Make the Vanilla Ice Cream:

  1. In a medium sized bowl, lightly whisk your egg yolks and set aside.
  2. In a medium saucepan over medium heat, heat the cream, milk, sugar, and salt until it just begins to steam. A little at a time, pour the warmed cream mixture into the yolks, whisking constantly until all of the cream is incorporated. Pour the warmed yolk mixture back into the saucepan, and continue cooking for ten minutes or so, until the mixture thickens into a custard (if using a wooden spoon or rubber spatula, the custard should stick to the back; when you wipe your finger across, there should be a clear “path” through the custard).
  3. Once finished, strain your custard through a mesh sieve into a bowl or storage container. Stir in the vanilla extract until fully combined. Store mixture, covered, in the fridge until thoroughly chilled, preferably overnight.

Make the Nut Dip Bark:

  1. Line a baking sheet with parchment paper or a nonstick baking liner. Spread the nuts onto the pan, then pour the chocolate shell over top. Place in the freezer until completely set, half an hour to an hour.
  2. Once set, chop the bark into rough pieces, and keep in a storage container in the fridge until ice cream is ready to assemble.

Make the Spicy Caramel Sauce:

  1. Add the sugar to a medium sized saucepan, then pour water over top; no need to mix together. Texture should be that of wet sand.
  2. Bring to a boil over medium high heat, and let boil until miture reaches a deep amber color and smells amazing (for me, this was about 15 minutes).
  3. Remove from heat, and VERY CAREFULLY begin whisking in the heavy cream, just a little at a time. The cool cream will cause a ton of hot steam to rise from the boiling sugar, which can be dangerous.
  4. Once all the cream is incorporated, stir in the butter until melted.
  5. Then, start adding the chipotle and smoked salt. I would start off slowly here with both and taste as you go. I found that about a 1/4 tsp of the chipotle was enough to give you a nice slow burn in the back of your throat, but wasn’t overly spicy.
  6. Let rest on the counter until cooled, then store in the fridge until it’s time to assemble the ice cream (leftover caramel will stay good in the fridge for up to three weeks).

Put it all together:

  1. Freeze the ice cream base in your machine according to manufacturer’s instructions. Spread hot fudge on the bottom of your ice cream container. Then add a layer of ice cream, a layer of Spicy Caramel, a layer of Nut Dip Bark, then repeat. Layering this way ensures you’ll have fudge, caramel, ice cream, and Nut Dip Bark in every scoop once the ice cream is set.
  2. Move to a cute storage container, then freeze overnight or until hardened (usually a full 8 hours). Enjoy 🙂

 

S’mores Ice Cream with Graham Cracker Cones

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On its surface, this might look like just another standard run-of-the-mill If the Spoon Fits post. And certainly, it has all the elements: dark, messy photography, Millennial self-importance, mild to moderate senseless rambling, and of course, an overly complex and ingredient-heavy ice cream recipe.

But dig a little more deeply, and what you’ll find is a post that’s the cyber embodiment of my darkest insecurities, fears, guilt, familial pressures, and paralyzing perfectionism.

…Okay, so maybe I’m being just a leetle dramatic. But seriously, you guys, I can’t tell you how much this post has tortured me the past few weeks and even, months (gulp).

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First of all, I haven’t posted anything new on the ol’ blog since August, and the guilt alone has brought me to near tears on several occasions. This post has been sitting in “draft” status for nearly 6 weeks now, which produces a very special kind of anxiety in my life; the kind that creates 3am stomach aches and middle-of-the-workday regrets about avoiding my creative pursuits and allowing Corporate America to manipulate my free time.

But obviously, rather than just take an afternoon to finish the post, I’d rather spend two months waging psychological warfare on myself, then tell you all about it in hyper dramatic fashion (like I said, Millennial).

Secondly, I’m apprehensive about this post in general, primarily because s’mores flavored anything is so…overdone. I like to make things that are interesting, or uncommon, or at least what I think are somewhat special, and s’mores is one of the most ubiquitous of flavors. I’m feeling very suburban, basic, and insecure about this decision.

Third, s’mores is a really special flavor to my family and me, and I’ve thus self-imposed an impossible creative standard upon myself, which has resulted in crushing intimidation and unreasonable late-night doubts.

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I’m sure many families in America have fond memories of sitting around a campfire at some point, marshmallows roasting up to a perfect crisp, then smashing said marshmallows into a generous piece of Hershey’s chocolate. My s’mores memories are similar, but swap out a campfire for a toaster oven, and you’ve got yourself a bonafide childhood memory.

I feel a special sentiment towards s’mores because they are the first thing I ever made on my own. I loved watching the marshmallows puff up and crisp on the edges, and experimenting with different varieties of chocolates and toppings.

Culinary pursuits aside, s’mores are also one of the key glues that binds me to my French brother-in-law, Pascal.

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When Pascal first came into our lives so many years ago, I had never met a French person before. In fact, growing up in rural-ish Ohio, I don’t think I’d met anyone from outside my state before. I worried about what we would talk about; did he like ballet? Or Polly Pocket? Because at that time, those were my general areas of expertise, and unless a person shared those interests, I had no idea where to go conversationally.

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I don’t remember when or how, but at some point during Pascal’s first visit to Ohio, we arrived at the topic of s’mores. Although it was unfathomable to me, Pascal revealed that marshmallows and graham crackers were hard to find in Paris, and thus, he had NEVER had a s’more before.

I immediately had the reaction of someone who finds an injured bird on the street – an instant and overwhelming need to take care of him and show him the life he was missing.

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My mom proposed that I make him one of my special smores (disclaimer: nothing really that special about it other than the fact that I made it).

Pascal was SO excited. To this day, I still remember him sitting at the head of the table in the my childhood home, beaming with delight as marshmallow and melted chocolate covered his face.

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And I was beyond proud. That something I made, could make someone so happy. It never occurred to me that he could just be trying to please the little sister of the woman that he was trying to date and ultimately marry, but whatever. I didn’t really care. Because we had a S’mores Bond.

Unspoken. Everlasting. Unbreakable.

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I didn’t know it at the time, but that was the first time in my life that I made the connection between food and happiness and culture. At the end of this summer, when I started craving melty gooey chocolate and the taste of nearly burnt marshmallows, I knew it was time to face my fears and live up to the legacy that my family bestwed upon me so many years ago.

It was time for S’mores Ice Cream.

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There were many different directions that I could have gone for the base, but I opted for roasted marshmallow. Not only did I include blended roasted marshmallows in the base, but i also left chunks of marshmallows intact, which stayed nice and chewy and soft when frozen because of their high sugar content.

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I made my own chocolate chips so that they would have a nice truffle-like texture in the sea of marshmallow cream, and put together some make-shift salty graham cracker “cookie” chunks by mixing some butter, sea salt, and graham crumbs and melting it all together in the microwave. I then swirled these throughout my ice cream base so that every bite contained salty-sweet goodness.

The finishing touch? Super delicious and savory graham cracker cones.

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I invested in an ice cream cone maker early on in my blogging journey because I knew that I would get a lot of mileage out of it. However, if you don’t have a cone maker, you have a few different options: you can bake the cones like cookies and then shape them into cones while they are still hot, you could use a normal waffle iron and just eat the ice cream on top of waffles, or you could bake the cones as previously mentioned into little circles and then drape them on the bottom of glasses to create a “bowl” shape – edible ice cream bowl!

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I did my best with this post (more importantly, this ice cream), even though it was a little bit of an emotional roller coaster.

It’s a little bit like my family – super diverse, salty and sweet, a little bit messy, a little bit imperfect- but I wouldn’t have it any other way!

Bon appétit! And happy scooping 🙂

S’mores Ice Cream with Graham Cracker Cones

  • Servings: 8
  • Time: 12 hrs
  • Difficulty: Moderate
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Yield: Heaping 1 Quart

For the Ice Cream Base:

3 cups marshmallows (preferably mini, but normal sized works too!)

2 tablespoons cornstarch

1 cup whole milk, plus 2 tablespoons

2 cups heavy cream

2/3 cup sugar

2 tablespoons light corn syrup

Pinch of kosher or sea salt

2 tablespoons vanilla extract

3 tablespoons cream cheese, softened

For the Chocolate Chunks:

1 cup chocolate chips or chunks

1 tablespoon vegetable or coconut oil

For the Graham Cracker “Cookies”

2 cups graham cracker crumbs

3 tablespoons melted butter

Large pinch of salt, or to taste

For the Graham Cracker Cones:

1 whole egg + 1 egg white

1/4 tsp salt

1/4 cup white sugar

1/3 cup flour

1/3 cup graham cracker crumbs

pinch of cinnamon

2 tablespoons melted butter, cooled to room temperature

Make the Ice Cream Base:

  1. Preheat your broiler.
  2. Prepare a sheet pan with parchment paper. Place the marshmallows on the prepared pan, and roast in your broiler for no more than 2 or 3 minutes. WATCH IT like a hawk. Seriously, don’t leave the room! You want toasted marshmallows, not burnt-to-a-crisp ones.
  3. Remove from oven and set aside. Place half in the jar of blender, and reserve the rest for later.
  4. In a medium bowl, mix two tablespoons of milk with the cornstarch until smooth. Set aside.
  5. In a large saucepan, combine milk, cream, sugar, corn syrup, and salt, then bring to a rolling boil. Boil for 4 minutes exactly.
  6. After 4 minutes, remove the milk mixture from heat and gradually mix into your cornstarch and milk mixture that you made in Step 1. Add combined mixture back to the saucepan, and cook over medium high heat for about 1 minute, or until thickened and the custard coats the back of a wooden spoon. Remove from heat and whisk in the vanilla and cream cheese. Once cream cheese is completely incorporated, allow to cool slightly (15 minutes or so). Then, add half the mixture to the jar of your blender with the marshmallows. Blend until completely smooth, then incorporate back with the rest of your mixture. Stir until combined, then move to an airtight storage container, and store in the fridge overnight (or for at least 4 hours).

Make the Chocolate Chunks:

  1. In a microwave safe dish, combine chocolate chips and oil and microwave on 15 second increments until fully melted.
  2. Spread melted chocolate on parchment paper, and chill until set, about 30 minutes.
  3. Once chilled, break into pieces or cut with a pizza cutter into medium or large sized pieces (really, your preference!). Reserve until you’re ready to make the ice cream (try not to eat them all while you’re waiting!).

Make the buttery Graham “Cookies”:

  1. Combine all ingredients into a microwave safe dish. Cook in the microwave for 30 seconds.
  2. Allow to cool, set aside.

Make the Graham Cracker Cones:

1. In a medium sized bowl, beat the eggs and salt until evenly combined, about 1 minute.

2. Add the sugar, and beat for 2 minutes, until combined.

3. Gently add in the 1/3 cup of flour, stirring until it is absorbed into the batter.

4. Add in the graham crumbs.

5. Add the melted butter, and stir until blended.

6. Add about 1/8 cup of batter to preheated waffle cone iron, and let cook until the waffle iron setting indicates that the waffle is finished. You want the cone to be a golden brown – if the waffle isn’t as dark as you would like it, feel free to leave it in the iron for a few more minutes (just make sure it doesn’t burn!)

7. Remove the waffle from the iron with a spatula and immediately place onto a hot towel. Use the towel to tightly wrap the waffle around a cone form, making sure you pinch the bottom of the cone so that ice cream cannot leak out in the future (Or, you can just add a mini marshmallow or some chocolate chips). Hold the cone around the mold for a few seconds to ensure it sets its shape, then place in a drinking glass or cone holder to allow it to cool.

(Finished cones should last a few weeks when stored in an airtight container).

Put it all together:

  1. Remove the ice cream base from your fridge and freeze in your ice cream maker according to manufacturer’s instructions.
  2. During the last two minutes of churning, add in chocolate chips and extra toasted marshmallows that your previously set aside.
  3. When placing your ice cream into your storage container, alternate ice cream with layers of graham “cookies” to create a swirled effect.
  4. Freeze overnight until hardened, or for at least 6 hours.

Enjoy!!!!

Buttermilk Peach Crumble Ice Cream

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I don’t know if it’s out of boredom, or old age, or an unrelenting pursuit of gluttony, but lately I’ve grown to absolutely love certain foods that up until recently, never quite tickled my fancy.

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Things like blueberries. And pie. And blueberry pie.

…And crumbles. And cobblers. And crisps.

(Oh my!)

Really, I’ve grown to love any and all dessert in which plump and juicy roasted fruit is the star of the show.

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I know, I know. This is a borderline blasphemous confession considering the extent to which I’ve complained about fruit in such dramatic fashion over the years on this blog. Like this time. Or that time.

But for the past few summers, I’ve been growing fonder and fonder of fruit (and specifically, fruit desserts) and I can’t explain why. Maybe it’s because I’m finally starting to learn when and where to buy the best fruit locality to maximize flavor. Or maybe it’s because of all those amazing homemade fruit pies and cakes Tux over at Brooklyn Homemaker is always using to infiltrate my foodie subconscious. Or, maybe it’s because, after years of living in a world defined only by chocolate, I’ve finally mustered enough courage to further expand my dessert horizons (and consequently, my waistline).

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One fruit that I’ve fallen in love with this summer is the mighty yet humble peach, but I’ll be the first to admit that we didn’t always have such a great relationship.

Like most fruit that I encountered, I was always quite suspicious of peaches growing up. The fuzzy outside reminded me of mold, and I always found the overall taste to be somewhat lackluster. But then recently it dawned on me: it’s because, in all my years on this planet,  I’d never had a really good peach.

The kind that’s fragrant and ripe and beautiful, and when you bite into it the juices dribble down your chin and make your face all sticky but you just don’t care because this peach is the most glorious piece of fruit you’ve ever experienced and you’re questioning how you’ve lived 29 years of your life in sheer ignorance, and now you’re ready to make up for lost time so you spend an entire weekend eating ALL THE PEACHES and get an awful stomach ache but you don’t care because life is GLORIOUS and nothing else matters but you and the peaches and maybe your sweatpants.

You know…that kind of peach.

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This. Kind. Of. Peach.

My profound moment of Peach Clarity happened a few weeks ago when my husband brought home a massive box of peaches from this adorable vendor called The Peach Truck, which carries real Georgia peaches and pecans, and generously makes them accessible to folks like me in the more northern, peach-starved part of the U.S. by making surprise trips to Ohio, Pennsylvania, and Indiana throughout the summer.

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I’ve never been to Georgia, nor have I ever really spent much time south of say, North Carolina, but I’ve always fancied myself a southern belle at heart. Truly, my greatest ambition in life is to secure a home with a sufficiently picturesque wrap-around porch upon which I can sit and drink sweet tea in a yellow sundress, basking in the glory of all that is slow and simple and wonderful.

These Peach Truck peaches are the closest I’ve ever been to living that dream.

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I bit into one of these peaches on a hot summer day, and it was love at first bite. I’d never experienced anything quite like it. Fragrant, juicy, perfectly sweet. Before I knew it, I’d eaten five peaches, and started dreaming of the peach ice cream I’d no doubt be making that evening.

The only problem?

I’ve never liked peach ice cream. This can partly be attributed to 1) my disdain for fruit-flavored ice creams in general and 2) my mom’s seeming obsession with peach-flavored Yoplait, which for some reason was the only flavor of yogurt she would ever buy, even though I begged her every single week to buy me strawberry Go-Gurt, which is what all the cool kids packed in their lunches. After all this emotional trauma, I decided from that moment that I didn’t need any more peach-flavored dairy in my life.

But then, enter these beautiful peaches, and I just had to give peach ice cream a second chance.

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I made a batch where I incorporated the peaches throughout the ice cream by way of a puree, and you guys, I really didn’t love it. At all. The juicy peach flavor was masked by all the heavy cream and eggs, and I was really bored with the texture. The result can be seen below – pretty color, but devoid of any personality whatsoever.

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So, for my second try, I did my favorite thing and I made the ice cream version of a classic comfort food. This time it was none other than -you guessed it!- the infamous peach crumble. I abandoned my egg ambitions and instead made an eggless base with double the vanilla to really emulate the “crumble a la mode” flavor. Then, I made a quick and delicious peach jam by roasting peaches in the oven with some vanilla extract and just a little sugar. The finishing touch? A buttery crumble that comes together in a snap and tastes like honest to goodness pie crust.

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This ice cream is comforting, summery, and delicious. It’s the perfect end to a hot summer day (although I’ll admit I also ate this ice cream for breakfast some mornings, too).

Now, if only I had that perfect wrap around porch…

What’s your favorite way to eat your summer peach haul?

Happy scooping! 🙂

Buttermilk Peach Crumble Ice Cream

  • Servings: 8
  • Time: 12 hrs
  • Difficulty: Moderate
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Yield: 1 Quart

For the Ice Cream Base:

2 tablespoons cornstarch

1 cup whole milk, plus 2 tablespoons

2 cups heavy cream

2/3 cup sugar

2 tablespoons light corn syrup

Pinch of kosher or sea salt

2 teaspoons vanilla extract

3 tablespoons cream cheese, softened

1/4 cup buttermilk

For the Roasted Peach Jam:

3 ripe peaches, peeled and roughly chopped

1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1 tablespoon sugar (or to taste, depending on sweetness of peaches)

For the Crumble:

1.5 cups all purpose flour

3/4 cup light brown sugar

1/3 cup white sugar

1/4 to 1/2 tsp salt, to taste

1/4 tsp ground cinnamon

1 and 1/2 sticks of chilled butter

Make the Ice Cream Base:

  1. In a medium bowl, mix two tablespoons of milk with the cornstarch until smooth. Set aside.
  2. In a large saucepan, combine milk, cream, sugar, corn syrup, and salt, then bring to a rolling boil. Boil for 4 minutes.
  3. After 4 minutes, remove the milk mixture from heat and gradually mix into your cornstarch and milk mixture that you made in Step 1. Add combined mixture back to the saucepan, and cook over medium high heat for about 1 minute, or until thickened and the custard coats the back of a wooden spoon. Remove from heat and whisk in the vanilla and cream cheese. Once cream cheese is completely incorporated, allow to cool slightly (15 minutes or so). Then, add the buttermilk, move to an airtight storage container, and store in the fridge overnight (or for at least 4 hours).

Make the Roasted Peach Jam:

  1. Preheat oven to 350.
  2. In a glass baking dish, combine peaches, sugar, and vanilla extract. Roast in preheated oven until juices are bubbly and start to evaporate (about 30 minutes). Stir every so often.
  3. Remove from oven and allow to cool completely. Store in an airtight container for 1 week or until you need it for your ice cream.

Make the Crumble:

  1. Preheat oven to 350 and line a rimmed baking sheet with parchment paper.
  2. In a bowl, whisk together all ingredients except butter.
  3. With your hands or a pastry cutter, work butter into the rest of the ingredients until it starts to look crumbly, like pie topping.
  4. Spread on baking sheet and toast until golden brown, about 15 minutes.
  5. Remove from oven and allow to cool completely; store in an airtight container for up to two weeks.

Put it all together:

  1. Remove the ice cream base from your fridge and freeze in your ice cream maker according to manufacturer’s instructions.
  2. As you move your churned ice cream into your storage container, swirl with generous globs of peach jam, and top each layer with a handful of crumbles.
  3. Freeze overnight until hardened (or for at least 6 hours).

Enjoy!!!!

 

Mint Chocolate Chip Grasshopper Brownie Milkshakes

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It’s that time again, my friends.

Time for mint chocolate chip disasters, endless self-loathing, and massive emotional breakdowns.

Time for blog posts gone wrong, unreasonable hostility, and good old-fashioned hissy fits.

You guessed it – it’s time for another If the Spoon Fits birthday celebration!

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My little blog turned THREE this month (can you believe it?!) and I couldn’t be prouder.

Or more frustrated.

And also a little exhausted.

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On that fateful day in 2013 when I published my very first post, I promised myself that once a year on the blog’s birthday, I’d revisit my favorite childhood flavor: mint chocolate chip. But somehow (at least so far), each blog birthday has turned into a stunning disaster, resulting in anger, frustration, and desperate fast food choices, accompanied by the sweet and salty tears of overwhelming defeat.

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Even though I am 100% aware that my culinary talents are limited to traditional ice cream and NOT all the cool things I see on Pinterest, the temptation of doing something big and grandiose that I’ve never done before is always too much to resist, especially on such a momentous occasion as a blog birthday. Then, when things don’t turn out the way I want them to, I experience such a remarkable sense of self-disgust that it eventually results in massive, teary-eyed meltdowns, typically mid-photoshoot or better yet, in the middle of the night when I should be thinking about terrorism, world hunger, bed bugs, or other real problems much bigger than my ice cream blog.

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But not this year, I thought to myself.

This year, I’ll make a milkshake. But I won’t make just any milkshake. I’ll make THE MOST FANCIFUL milkshake the world has ever seen, and it will be delicious and boozy and the pictures will be awe-inspiring and magnificent to behold!!!

And..just to prove that I can be relaxed and have fun, I won’t even make the ice cream. I’ll just buy it, like a normal person. No eggs, no overnight freezing. It doesn’t get any easier than that. Right?!

Wrong.

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First of all, a milkshake is different enough from my usual ice cream set up that it requires a more decisive strategic approach to styling than a plain ol’ scoop or cone. It requires finesse and an eye for garnish, two qualities that I generally lack when it comes to food.

Secondly, making fanciful wonderful milkshakes isn’t as easy as everyone out there in blogland (and Pinterest) makes it seem. But of course, just like with everything else in my life, I probably overanalyzed even this seemingly simple milkshake process in an effort to make it just perfectly right.

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“Naked” shake. aka, hold the whip.

What started as a fun homage to my favorite childhood flavor turned into an overcomplicated mess of a dessert (albeit a delicious one).

I decided on a whim that I needed to incorporate crème de menthe into my shake, then this somehow spiraled into grasshopper brownies – something that I had never made before (but eaten plenty of, don’t you worry!).

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Despite appearances, grasshopper brownies are way harder to make than regular brownies. It was a little more similar to baking a cake than I would have liked, because we know I am NOT the best at cakes. There was a layer of mint frosting and ganache, which was a little bit more than I could handle on that particular afternoon.

So, even though I didn’t make the ice cream for this messy shake, I spent what felt like an entire day baking, frosting, freezing, and ganaching (is that even a word?).

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Once the brownies were finished, I moved on to my next disaster: my photoshoot.

I knew right away that the lighting wasn’t quite right, but I was cocky. “It’s my trusty blue background! My favorite props! What could go wrong?”

So I pressed onwards, but unfortunately the light never got better and I was already too frustrated to do anything productive about it. What resulted was one of the longest, messiest, and most laborious photo sessions I’ve had since…well, since the last blog birthday.

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As much time as I spent on the photoshoot itself, I think I phoned it in a little. I went with my same stupid standard background, and the same stupid paper straws I’ve had forever because I forgot to order the green polka dot ones I saw on Amazon that would have matched perfectly and now MY LIFE IS IN SHAMBLES AND EVERYTHING IS WRONG.

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In case you were wondering, yes, I did eat all of the brownies that were previously atop this shake.

As I started editing the photos, I hated them all. I stayed up late into the night, poking and prodding at myself, filing my mind with self-hatred. I fell asleep convinced I’d scrap the whole thing and spend my entire weekend re-doing it in exchange for my peace of mind.

But then the next morning I woke up, and thought, you know, these aren’t so bad.

And then, just like that, I decided to put on my big girl pants.

These pictures, although they aren’t my favorite, are just as much a part of the blog as the stuff that goes right, and they deserve their moment in the spotlight, too. You don’t put your heart and soul into something, then completely discount it because it didn’t turn out exactly how you wanted. Right?

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For now, the blog is 3 going on 13, giving me sass from every angle. And just when I think I’m starting to get the hang of it, something happens to completely throw me for a loop.

But in the end, I always know it’s going to be okay, and do you know why? Because of you gorgeous people!

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Through these blog posts I have revealed, little by little, that I am a complete and utter sociopath – the kind of person who picks fights over breakfast and sheds actual tears over ice cream cake. But yet, you my dear friends, keep coming back for more, validating my neuroses and giving me a cozy platform from which to vent about my stunningly dramatic, overblown, first-world blog problems.

I’m grateful for each and every one of you, and you’re all amazing.

Anyhow, enough with the mushy stuff and on to the milkshake!

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As the creator of an ice cream blog, I actually find it somewhat blasphemous that it’s taken me three years to feature a milkshake recipe. However in my defense, I really view milkshakes as more of a beverage than a dessert (which is like…really really fat, I know). I love ordering them when we’re at a burger joint, then I get really gross and American about it and dip my fries directly into the shake. It’s heaven!

I love all kinds of milkshakes, but my preference is to make them so thick, you can barely get them up a straw. So for this recipe, I use about a ¼ cup whole milk to each 1 cup of ice cream. If you’d like a thinner shake, add more milk per cup of ice cream until it fits your fancy.

When whipped cream becomes art.

When whipped cream becomes art.

Everything else in the milkshake is purely optional; though you’ll never find me turning down booze, brownies, or whipped cream! Make the ice cream yourself (there’s even a recipe on this blog!), or use  your favorite store-bought kind. For this recipe, I used Ohio fave Velvet Ice Cream, which makes stupid-good mint chocolate chip (and it’s the perfect shade of mint chip green, if I do say so myself!).

A Vitamix blender makes this smooth and creamy, but you can always use a little more liquid (and some elbow grease!) and mix by hand.

This milkshake was a lot of work, but if you strip away the brownies and the fanfare, what you have is a really delicious, rich and creamy milkshakes. Sort of like this blog. Take away all the hissy fits and the drama, and you’ve got..well, ice cream. And pictures. And me!

Thanks for putting up with me, everyone!

This one’s for you.

Happy scooping! 🙂

Mint Chocolate Chip Grasshopper Brownie Milkshake

  • Servings: 6
  • Time: 12 hrs (including brownies)
  • Difficulty: Moderate
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Yield: 2 Milkshakes

Ingredients:

Hot fudge, to garnish the glass (if desired)

¼ cup Andes mints, chopped

4 cups mint chocolate chip ice cream, store-bought or homemade

1 cup whole milk (you can use skim or 2%, but whole milk creates a thicker texture)

1 tablespoon crème de menthe, or to taste (Bailey’s works too!)

1 cup chopped grasshopper or regular brownies, plus extra to garnish

Whipped cream, to garnish

Directions

  1. If desired, prepare milkshake glasses by swirling hot fudge up the sides and around the tops of the glasses. Dip the tops of the glasses in the crushed Andes mints, reserving some to sprinkle on top of the finished milkshakes.
  2. In a Vitamix blender, milkshake spinner, or by hand, combine the mint chocolate chip ice cream, whole milk, and creme de menthe until well blended, or reaches your preferred consistency. Fold in the brownie pieces by hand for chunky texture, or add to blender to pulverize if you prefer a smoother milkshake.
  3. Add milkshake to prepared glasses. Garnish with full-size grasshopper brownies, whipped cream, and crushed Andes mints.
  4. Enjoy!