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Coffee Crunch Ice Cream

Sunday, March 9, 2014
Coffee Crunch Ice Cream


Ingredients
  • Milk 2 liters
  • Sugar 250 gm
  • Salt 250 gm
  • Fresh cream 1 ½ cup
  • Vanilla essence few drops
  • Stabilize powder 2 tbsp
  • Ice as required
  • Cocoa powder 1 tbsp
  • Coffee powder ½ tbsp
Ingredients for Crunch
  • Sugar 250 gm
Method
  • Heat 2 liters milk, ad 250 gm sugar and cook well till sugar is dissolved.Now add 2 tbsp stabilize powder, allow cooking till mixture thickens. Also add 1 tbsp cocoa powder and ½ tbsp coffee powder. Mix well.Then remove from fire and keep aside to cool.Now add few drops of vanilla essence and 1 ½ cup fresh cream. 
  • Mix well and keep aside.In ice cream machine fill the sides of container with crushed ice, also add salt with crushed ice every time.Add milk mixture to the container, cover with lid, fit in machine and turn the ice cream machine on. Keep the machine turn on for 30 minutes.
  • Now remove a little thickened ice cream mixture in an airtight box. Freeze overnight.Then remove ice cream in serving bowls, garnish with crunch and serve chilled.
Method for Crunch
  • Heat 250 gm sugar in a pan till melts, remove melted sugar in a greased tray, keep aside till firm.Coarsely crush and sprinkle on top of ice cream
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Vegan Peach Ice Cream

Thursday, January 9, 2014
Vegan peach ice cream - dairy-free and gluten-free
Gluten-free dairy-free peach ice cream.

A small gift for you this weekend. Some cool, frosty, non-dairy peachy goodness. A vegan ice cream recipe for the sticky dog days of late summer. Wait. Is it August already? Good goddess, the summer is careening by. It's true what they say about the concept of time. It speeds up and gets fluid as you get, um, shall we say, older. Seasoned.

One might even venture, weathered.

During your ritual morning walk your husband turns to you and mentions a moment from yesterday and the dirt path beneath you starts to swim (not that swimming surfaces are all that unusual out here in the shimmering southwest sun).

You ask, Wait. Was that yesterday? 

And he thinks a minute. Wait, he says. Friday? 

You hear the brittle dryness of the desert wind. The roar of the loud cobalt sky. There are red and sienna stones beneath your feet. The same stones as yesterday, last week, last year.

That was last week, you offer gently, shaking your head in a spin cycle of empathy and disbelief and astonishment. 

Dude, he says. Recalculating.

Tell me about it, you sigh.

Weeks morph into days.

How about some peach ice cream for breakfast?


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