Ice Cream
All I think about is ice cream. Exciting flavors and combinations. One of the professors at the Ice Cream Short Course at Penn State said that ice cream was nothing more than a frozen confection. Now that I have been making copious batches of ice cream in my test machine, I understand. Kirsten, the ice cream maker to be, and I are making daily various types of caramels and nut brittles to add to soft, cool, creamy ice cream. We are making honey ice cream, green tea ice cream, Tin Roof ice cream ( vanilla ice cream with chocolate covered salted peanuts and fudge twirled inside),panforte ice cream, chocolate chip ice cream among many others, as well as varieties of fruit sorbets. The possibilities are endless.
Yesterday I ordered the commercial ice cream machine. It took longer than I thought to get to ordering it. There are so many hurdles to jump over. We had to have city approval as well as various other factors like electricity loads and air or water cooled. I have en-joyed the process more than usual for this project. I guess the weight of my age is calm-ing me down and helping me to proceed slower on the reinventions of my life that I take on.
I also am still a mom. This is a big job right now. Teenagers are wonderful and I love every minute of this time. It feels fleeting. I love the humor that is now shared and bits of time singing in the car. It is a marvelous age.
Mark has taken on the building of the ice cream parlor. I guess we can call it that. It is a step up window in our courtyard, yet it still needs all the things that an ice cream parlor needs. We will open a window when we are open from noon to 8pm and hang out a sign with the flavors of the day . We will sell scoops on cones or in dishes of ice cream and sorbet. Yes, there will be gelato too.
When I was a kid there was an ice cream parlor in Los Angeles call Farrell’s. It was ter-rible ice cream, but they did this wacky thing called “The Zoo”. If you ordered “The Zoo” the staff would put all the flavors of ice cream together in giant scoops in a big stainless steel bowl. This bowl would then nestle into a contraption that was suspended between two young waiters. They held it with two poles on each of their shoulders and the bowl was suspended between them. On top of the ice cream they put lots of plastic animals, like the monkeys on fruity drinks at tropical bars. They then clanged a bell at the serving counter and the boys ran around all the tables in the restaurant with the bowl of ice cream and choking hazards. They then stopped at the lucky table and the ice cream was scooped out by the recipients. WE ARE NOT GOING TO DO THIS! I loved it as a kid, but Farrell’s went out of business, I am not surprised.
I wish I had some great photos to share, but alas I don’t. Stay with me, the ice cream is coming Toute Suite!



