Merry Christmas to one and all
I was lucky enough to receive a blessing wrapped in a massive blanket of temptation for Christmas – that is also known as an Ice Cream Maker.
Oh I love it, I love it so – I love it almost as much as last years gift, which I have been happily ensconced with for over 12 months now, his name his Ken and he is MY kind of man.
This new kid on the block is called Magimix and he is giving old Ken a bit of a run for my attention, he has many of the same qualities as Ken… smooth lines, hard working, turns on at the flick of a finger..you get the general idea..
My first foray was towards Chocolate Ice Cream, it appears from my limited experience that making a custard is key to making great ice cream, so mastering that has been enough of a job. The first pass was moussey and light in the bowl, but not having anything to transfer the ice cream into it appeared to scorch in the bowl, aka freezer burn to those in the know.
Second up came the joy of a true vanilla, elevated to new levels of awesomeness with the addition of honeycomb, oh my goodness, there really are no words.
Just for a moment close your eyes and think of the finest ice cream you ever ate and then just add a bit of uber-great honeycomb to that – I’d like to say I’m an ice cream master but frankly I think the issue is that 99.5% of all ice cream we eat nowadays is garbage, full of additives and mostly not even dairy believe it or not, yes that’s even the good expensive stuff, honestly its not good, not even nearly good in comparison.
Today I was in Tesco, buying containers to store my ice-cream (who am I kidding.. it never lasts long enough to store) and got chatting to the store manager who wants me to bring some in, test it and and potentially stock it (WTAF!)
Tonight’s affair was with Nutella, that amazing chocolate hazelnut sludge, in a fit of inspiration and in desperation to use up the excess chocolate that Santa left my children, I added in 3 x Picnics, aka peanut, wafer, raisin and caramel and frankly the result defied all dietary resistance, I honestly have no words
It was the best ice cream ever tasted.. even in America *faints*… my husband pleaded mercy and begged me to take it away before his stomach exploded
So I’m converted, my name is Alyson and I will NEVER buy ice cream EVER AGAIN.
If I am coming to your house for dinner, I’m bringing ice-cream – this is a fact.
I’m on a mission, so move over Ken – there is a new boy in town *swoon*
*note there really should be photo’s in a post like this but here is the thing – we are too busy eating and it’s never around long enough to snap* sooorrryyyy