Sometimes I just prefer the unstaged, 'quick-get-the-camera!' pictures. You can't fake dripping ice cream!
Not wanting to be labelled a flirt who doesn't follow through (see here), I have made some ice cream to go with the sunshine.
It's actually, I suppose, technically not an ice cream, since I didn't make a custard base, but I was remembering the beautiful glittering raspberry kulfi I made a year or so back and wanted to recreate its ease of execution. I mean, the sun is shining: am I really going to be stirring hot cream into eggs and sugar today? No, reader. I am not.
I decided to forgo the evaporated milk that made the kulfi so ridiculously quick to make, despite having a tin on the shelf. It is earmarked for macaroni and cheese when friends come over (I'm doing my bit to make trashy food trendy). No, this ice cream was made with a big tin of peaches and a tub of double cream. More fat, but no tin opener required. Sometimes there has to be a trade off.
I just want to tell you, before moving on to more pressing matters, that this ice cream is wonderful. It is peachy and creamy smooth, and although you can't really tell in the pictures, not a uniform orange blossom colour, but a pale, Spring-like apricot hue, shot through with flecks of sunny, orange peaches.
I must say, having read that last paragraph back, I am glad I went for cream. You can't wax lyrical like that about Carnation, however quick the recipe.
Now: we move away from food, and on to night club DJs. Yes, really.
I recently went out. It's not something I do often, but I'm not dead yet and occasionally feel the need to dance somewhere other than my kitchen.
To all intents and purposes it was a good night; we danced, drank shots of vanilla vodka (home made, I'm not a teenager) and ended up eating falafel at 5am. I'm pleased to say I can still do it. I may have crow's feet, but I can all night with the best of them once in a while.
Now. Here's the thing. It was an Eighties night - had to be, otherwise I wouldn't go - but the DJ wouldn't play my request. I wanted Kim Wilde (follow that link - truly wonderful), but didn't get it. Am I right to be annoyed?
I see it like this: you pay your money to get in, and the DJ is supposed to play music you want to hear. Where do they get off on telling me 'no'? I'm a customer!
Perhaps I am overreacting, but I was really cross. Especially when he followed this song with this one (!). Frankly, that man can't call himself a DJ at all. Have some respect for the greats.
I've lost track again. Forgive me.
Peach Ice Cream
You will need:
1 large tin of peaches in syrup (mine was 470g)
300ml double cream
- Blend the peaches and syrup to a smooth purée in blender, or push them through a sieve if you favour hard work.
- Whisk in the cream.
- Pour this mixture into your ice cream maker and churn until frozen. Keep in the freezer, but take it out about 30 minutes before serving to ripen.