Showing posts with label ice cream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ice cream. Show all posts

Monday, 28 May 2012

A Feast For Your Eyes

When I saw the theme for this month's Bloggers Scream for Ice Cream challenge, I was a wee bit concerned.
Weirdly, I'm not an enormous fan of chocolatey ice creams (or puddings, actually), though I *obviously* am partial to a bit of the brown stuff from time to time...
When I mentioned it to husband, though, he was very clear about what we should do.
Feast - he said. And how could I refuse.
We did a bit of 'research' first.



And made some decisions.
Although husband is still fairly enamoured, I really thought that the 'chocolate flavoured' whatnot that is in the middle and outside of the actual Feast tasted pretty nasty, so determined to use actual chocolate for our version.
Husband was keen to keep the bar in the middle quite soft, though, so I thought that a butter ganache rather than just solid chocolate was in order.



As previously mentioned, I'm not a massive lover of chocolate ice cream, so we decided to go for  a more 'grown up' salty butterscotch flavour instead.
I was very impressed by the crispy bits on the real Feast, though - in the distant recesses of my mind, they were nutty, but it turns out that they're actually more like biscuit bits, though very very crunchy - I'm not sure how they retain that.



First of all, I made some custard, using my usual trusty ice cream recipe (6 egg yolks, 125g caster sugar, 500ml cream - I mixed single and double this time - and a split vanilla pod) and stuck it in the fridge overnight.



At the same time, I boiled up a load of golden caster sugar with a bit of water to make a thick, caramelly sugar syrup.



When it was ready, I (carefully) chucked in a bit of cream, some butter and a (generous) sprinkle of salt crystals.
I also stuck this into the fridge overnight, once it had stopped being so darned hot.



I churned the ice cream as usual the next day and, right at the end, swirled in the butterscotch sauce.
I don't seem to have a picture of this, but you get the general idea.
I stuck this in the freezer until I was ready for the next stage.
We didn't even eat *too* much of it in the interim.
I knocked up a quick ganache for the middles, using equal parts of cheap milk chocolate (for authenticity) and butter.
To fit the theme, I also chucked in a bit of sea salt.
I stuck this in a squarish tub and refrigerated it.
The next day, I cut it into little slabs, jammed lolly sticks into it and surrounded it with the (slightly softened) ice cream in foil parcels which I stuck back into the freezer to harden.
I do NOT recommend using foil - it didn't like peeling off again afterwards. Cling film might work, or baking parchment definitely would.



I would have liked to get a square, Feastier shape, but suspect that that would involve moulding, or, at the very least, cutting the ice cream from some kind of slab.
I am too lazy for such things!



The next day, I (roughly) tempered some chocolate - I used dark here, to get a crispy shell and happily discovered that I had some chocolate cookie crumbs left over from my Momofuku chocolate cookie forays.



I rolled the lollies into the crumbs.











And then (very messily) coated them in the chocolate, before the lollies started to melt.
And, lo - Jennie's Own Feasts (even though they look more Magnummy).



They went back into the freezer for a little while, just to be sure.



The proof of the pudding, as they say, is in the eating.



So we ate them. Or one of them, at least.



I was very pleased with the chocolate middles - convincingly soft, I thought, and the saltiness was good.
The ice cream was tasty, but that's kind of tried and tested, so I hadn't really been worried about it.
I was pleased with how scrunchy the scrunchy bits were - I'd been worried about them going soggy.
Husband would prefer milk chocolate on the outside next time - he reckons the dark is really too strong a flavour for the other bits. Milk is harder work, I think, but am prepared to give it a go.
Overall - a pleasing result.
Despite the lack of squarity :-)
This is my (last minute, as ever) entry for the Kavey Eats Bloggers Scream for Ice Cream challenge.




Wednesday, 22 February 2012

Ice Cream Day

When I was at primary school, there used to be (and still is, for all I know) an ice cream van that parked outside the gates every day at hometime.

In order to maintain some control over our clamours for ice cream, my parents implemented Friday as Ice Cream Day.
Every Friday, come rain or shine, we would queue up at the van (or, when he wasn't there, I'm guessing in the winter, at the local Poundstretcher), happily deciding what delight we would opt for that week.
Then we'd all walk home, happily munching on oysters, bat and balls (I can't find any pictures of these, but it was basically a scoop of ice cream perched on the end of a carefully selected ice lolly) and, very occasionally, if my parents were feeling particularly permissive, screwballs (usually prohibited, due to the bubblegum hiding at the bottom).

I'm obviously older now, and arguably wiser, but the concept of Friday as ice cream day is pretty firmly embedded into my psyche - I feel very naughty (like I'm on holiday) if I have an ice cream on a non-Friday-day, and still slightly deprived if I don't get one at the end of the week (which is a sadly frequent occurrence nowadays). Some things just stay with you forever, I guess.

Anyway, to honour ice cream day and to join in with all the fun of Kavey's Bloggers Scream For Ice Cream, I made this - rhubarb crumble and custard ice cream.



Now, I know that LOTS of people have made similar ice creams, so this isn't very original, but I had rhubarb to use (and I love it) and husband is very keen on scrunchy bits in ice cream (we did a very successful cranachan ice cream for Burns Night), so, coupled with the custardy theme, it seemed like Fate.

First I roasted some lovely pink forced rhubarb (my friends and followers will know that I have eaten a LOT of this over the last month or so) in the oven with a sprinkling of demerara sugar.



Then I made some vanilla custard.

I (slowly) boiled 500ml milk (more Cravendale - getting there slowly) with 80g golden caster sugar and a split vanilla pod.





And whisked up 6 egg yolks with 45g caster sugar until it was properly fluffy.


I added the boiled milk to the fluffy eggs and whisked in until properly mixed, then stuck it back into the saucepan and heated it until nice and thick (without boiling).


I cooled the custard and rhubarb overnight in the fridge.

In order to get some scrunch, I made a kind of granola - I toasted oats in the oven with some honey, demerara sugar and a wee dribble of vegetable oil. Here it is in a tub, where it waited overnight for the other bits to chill.


The following day, having frozen the bowl of my Kenwood Chef ice cream making attachment for 48 hours or so, I chucked the custard in to churn for about 15 minutes.




When it was almost done, I added the chilled rhubarb (I kept it chunky - I like chunks) and churned again very briefly for a ripple effect.



I chucked a little bit of the granola in and mixed it up, and then spread the rest over the top and stuck it all back in the freezer for a bit to harden up.



Husband was a little bit wary - he thinks that he doesn't like rhubarb, but, in fact, he really loved the ice cream - it was nicely fruity and tart and the scrunchies stayed surprisingly crisp in the ice cream.
I also really quite like the fact that there's no cream in it (actually - it was even semi skimmed milk) - it makes for a less claggy custard and hence ice cream - not what you want always, but nice here.



A success, I think. Long live ice cream day and Bloggers Scream For Ice Cream... I promise to be more imaginative next time!