White Russian Ice Cream



And I’m just a little bit excited. (Can you tell?!)

Although we normally wait until post-Thanksgiving to start breaking out the Christmas decorations, this year my better half and I decided to get a head start on the holiday season and are happy to announce that our home is fully decked out and ready for Santa…lights and all!


Christmas is my absolute favorite, and there are few seasonal activities that I love more than decorating the Christmas tree. I love unwrapping our little mementos from the past, recalling the cherished stories and sentiment behind each ornament. We also have some brand new additions this year, intended to mark the very first of what is hopefully a lifetime of awesome Christmases:


As we spent the weekend saying hello to both our old and new favorites, I started thinking about tradition: particularly, how it starts and what keeps it going. Somehow, I got stuck on the idea of “accidental” traditions.

For example, this lovely star at the top of our tree:


To the naked eye, it seems like a normal enough star; but as is the case with most tree toppers, ours has a story.

After several years of using old hand-me-downs from our relatives, we made the executive decision one snowy day to embark on a journey to get ornaments that were truly ours. That star was one of our very first Christmas purchases together (if not the first), and thus it is one of the most special items in our decoration arsenal.


…Unfortunately, we broke the star as soon as we got it home. Ever since, it has been artfully held together by a Green Bay Packers chip clip. One wrong move, and the star goes tumbling down the length of the tree, taking a slew of glass ornaments with it.


Each year, when we pull the star out of its proper storage box, we talk about getting a new one.

“Where’s that damn chip clip?”

After a few minutes of frustration, we eventually head out to the store, our hearts set on purchasing something brand new and unbroken.

But then…we get overwhelmed by all of the holiday traffic, screaming children, and aggressive shoppers. So, we turn around and head home.

“Our star is absolutely good enough,” we end up saying. “It has character!”


Now, I can’t imagine our Christmases without that star, watching my better half struggle to wind the chip clip around the plastic bristles of our fake tree. It’s one of my favorite traditions that was never meant to be.

Another one of our accidental holiday traditions?

This fabulous (and perfectly boozy) White Russian ice cream:


No, no – White Russians don’t hold any sort of special significance in my life, nor did I grow up with White Russian-loving uncles or grandfathers. In fact, the only real experience I’ve had with White Russians was when I turned 21 and started drinking for the first time, because I found that I didn’t really care for alcohol and told the bartender I wanted “something that tastes like a Frappuccino.”


My exposure to White Russians continued to be quite limited until I met my husband, who introduced me to the movie The Big Lebowski. And, as anyone who has seen this film knows, it’s impossible to watch from start to finish without eventually succumbing to an intense craving for a White Russian.


I know, I know – this is all very exciting, but what do White Russians and The Big Lebowski have to do with Christmas, you ask? Well, for most people, absolutely nothing. But for our weirdo family, The Big Lebowski and White Russians are right up there with hot chocolate and Home Alone.


For some reason, the last Christmas that my sister was home visiting from Paris, we decided to casually have The Big Lebowski on as background noise while we did other things around the house. Well, half an hour later we stopped what we were doing to set up shop on the sofa and give the movie our full attention. We spent the afternoon hysterically laughing, snuggling under blankets, and of course – drinking White Russians.

A few days later, I wanted to do something special with the leftover vodka, Kahlua, and heavy cream taking up space in my fridge and cabinets. My next logical move, of course, was to turn it all into ice cream. (It makes sense, after all – White Russians are about 4 egg yolks and some sugar away from being ice cream, any how).


Well, let’s just say that the ice cream didn’t last long enough for me to blog about it last year (we may or may not have eaten it all in one sitting). But I just knew it would be the perfect post to kick off Holiday Season 2014 (even if it is a little early).

So, long story short (or maybe not so short)… the taste of White Russians instantly remind me of Christmas, and this little gem, along with the peppermint mocha that I made last year, are my favorite go-to holiday ice cream recipes.

This year’s batch of White Russian ice cream is extra special, because we found incredible locally-made vodka to give it that little dose of Ohio magic that really just makes everything better 🙂


But if you don’t have Ohio vodka, never fear – this stuff is delicious regardless (especially topped with some homemade hot fudge!). You can tailor the amount of alcohol to your personal preference, starting with about 2 tablespoons each of vodka and coffee liquor (just keep in mind that the more alcohol you add, the longer it will take the ice cream to freeze). I ended up adding about 4 tablespoons of each – but hey, we’re all adults here, right? The texture of my ice cream was extremely soft at first, but once it got a full night’s sleep in the freezer, it was good to go 🙂

Are you getting excited for the holidays? What are some of your favorite traditions?


I hope you enjoy this rich, decadent version of a holiday (or maybe not-so-holiday) drink.

Happy scooping! 🙂

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. This looks amazing and I bet the addition of the alcohol helps keep the ice cream super smooth and creamy!
    I love the story of your star and the chip clip! Too funny! I’m the same way about shopping during the holidays. I’m easily overwhelmed anyways so I basically don’t leave the house from Thanksgiving to New Years! Thank god for online shopping!

    1. Haha thank you! Our itty bitty nearby suburb gets super crazy around the holidays, so i can only imagine what it’s like in Brooklyn! Let’s stick to baking, churning ice cream, and online shopping – we’ll let the crazies go outside 🙂

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