It’s
important to me that you understand that this isn’t what I wanted for you. You deserve a better first blog post. Something
with drama and pathos. And maybe some
flaming llamas or something to really make it pop. And it almost happened. I had something super-classy prepared for
you.
But
instead you’re getting this. Because something happened this morning that
was such a perfect example of what my life is like and of the sort of stuff
you’re going to be exposed to on this blog…well, I felt like I’d be remiss if I
didn’t just describe it and let that be a warning to you.
At
nine o’clock this morning, Mr. Bear, husband extraordinaire, yelled to let me
know he was ready for our morning ritual. In our home, household tasks are
divided by our own personal strengths.
Since Mr. Bear is a burly sort of fellow, inexplicably fond of
activities involving fresh air and cardiovascular health, he handles all
responsibilities involving sweating, movement, and heavy lifting. My duties run more towards the vital pajama-
and chocolate-related tasks.
As such, his job during the morning ritual is
to do chin-ups at the bar he’s installed in our bedroom doorway, and my job is
to watch and applaud with slightly more enthusiasm that it probably merits and
slightly less enthusiasm than his ego would prefer. It works well for both of us. To me, the fact that someone can lever their
body weight over a bar is pretty much as amazing and vaguely unsettling as a
circus side-show; it’s also cheaper than cable.
On his end, there’s an adrenaline rush and the pride of having caused my
not-entirely-feigned expression of slack-jawed wonder.
But
as I was watching the daily testosterone show this morning, I had me a
revelation – or as much of a revelation as is possible at 9:00 in the morning for
a woman eating breakfast in pajamas, cross-legged on the floor. And that
revelation was "Damn, this ice cream is fantastic." And in one
of those moments of clarity in which you step back and view your life as a
stranger might, I saw myself. Sprawled in my jams, gaping at a
fourth-grade gym-class exercise like it was a magic trick, slurping away at a
bowl of ice cream. For breakfast. I considered this for a while: its implications, the social shame I should feel regarding limited muscle
mass, and cholesterol, and lack of productivity, and life goals and such.
And
when the show was over I went to see if we had any caramel sauce.
Welcome. You’ve been warned.
Cinnamon-Honey Ice Cream
Whole Milk [ 2 cups ]
Cinnamon-Honey Ice Cream
by
Joanne Chang and Christie Matheson
It’s
a little difficult to describe the flavor of this ice cream; we think of honey
primarily as sweet, but in this dessert its subtle flavor really shines:
bright, smooth, and rounded with warm cinnamon. It's fabulous on its own, but would also make a great sidekick for pie.
Whole Milk [ 2 cups ]
Heavy
Cream [ 2 cups ]
Cinnamon
Stick [ 1, 2 inches long ]
Egg
Yolks [ 8 ]
Honey
[ ¾ cup ]
Sugar
[ 2 tablespoons ]
Ground
Cinnamon [ ½ teaspoon ]
Kosher
Salt [ ¼ teaspoon ]
1. In a medium pot, stir
together Whole Milk and Heavy Cream. Break Cinnamon Stick in half and add to the pot.
2. Turn heat to
Medium-High, and scald the mixture by cooking until tiny bubbles begin to form
around the edge of the pan (do not let mixture boil). Take the pot off the heat and let it sit for
1 Hour while the cinnamon steeps.
3. In a medium bowl, whisk Egg Yolks. Then slowly whisk in Honey, Sugar, and Ground Cinnamon until everything is
combined.
4. Set the milk mixture over
Medium-High heat and scald again.
5. Whisking constantly, slowly
add milk mixture to honey mixture in small increments.
6. When two mixtures are
completely incorporated, return to pot and set over Medium heat. Stirring continuously with a wooden spoon,
cook until mixture thickens and coats the back of the spoon (6-8 minutes).
7. Take mixture off the
heat and pour through a fine sieve into a bowl.
8. Whisk in Kosher Salt, cover the bowl, and
refrigerate until the mixture is uniformly cold.
9. Churn mixture according
to the directions of your ice-cream
maker.
10. When ice cream is done,
it will have the consistency of soft-serve.
In order to make it harder, smoother and more flavorful, pour
it into a bowl, cover, and freeze for at least 2 hours.
Makes about 1 ¼ quarts.
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