Friday, August 31, 2012
Homemade Ice Cream and Memories
Opening a fave old southern cookbook a piece of paper fell out and floated into my lap. When I read it a chill (no pun intended) ran through me. It was a recipe I extracted from my grandmother's memories back in the 80s when I was picking her brain for any and all recipes I loved while growing up. She was not one to write things down, nor was she one who measured everything. She was never a baker - thank G*d!
This was a recipe for homemade ice cream that required no ice cream freezer/maker and one I remember vividly. I decided to make it and see if it held up and was as smooth as I remembered it. After a quick run to the market around the corner for a pint of heavy cream, I was ready to go.
Thirty minutes later, the mixture was in a container, freezing for a taste test later. The bowls and mixer washed and put away, I prepared my evening meal.
(Note: When I was a child the ice cream freezing process was a tedious chore, requiring lots of ice chunks, and rock salt, then hand-cranking the damned machine for about 45 minutes - see the image above. This was usually my job.)
Then a few hours later before bedtime, I tasted the ice cream and OMG, it was just as I remembered it. Flashback to when I was a kid, sitting in front of a high speed box fan on a hot summer afternoon (we had no AC back then) savoring the smooth, creamy texture of this remarkable ice cream miracle. Which it was, at least to me. I thought of my tiny grandmother, hot and humid New Orleans summer days, and special treats like this one.
I'll enjoy a dish again tonight and give thanks for little things that fall from obscurity into a lap of memory and love.
And so it goes.