(Continued from: Adventures in Ice Cream Part 1 – A Little Back Story)
Sometimes vanilla is the perfect flavor. For me, those times are few and far between. For Brian, they’re a little more frequent. And if we’re lucky, they coincide. Our decision to make a simply vanilla ice cream for dessert that night was two-fold:
- It fit. Very flavorful beefy dinner + gentle creamy dessert = smiles
- It cut down drastically on the number of variables we would have to deal with to make the ice cream, and hopefully make it good.
Okay, it was more the latter reasoning that prompted the flavor decision. I mean, if we could produce a good, solid, vanilla ice cream, there was serious hope for building a hobby. If we repeatedly fail at vanilla, that hope greatly diminishes. (Plus, we’re not really that talented at pulling together the perfect blend of flavors for a complete meal. We’re more the I-like-this-and-you-like-that–presto! type.)
We dusted off Jeni’s book and flipped to vanilla. Realizing the risk of a serious texture fail if we followed the recipe word for word, we sought modifications from our good friend Google. We were not let down, and thankfully, the fix (or at least experimental tweak #1) was easy – reduce quantities of anything beginning with corn or ending with gum. Excellent! Our recipe called for cornstarch and corn syrup. So we cut those down a bit. We weren’t really scientific about it, just left a bit out… cut it to around 3/4ths of the original or so. We followed everything else as it was written with a dash of crossed fingers.
Ice cream should be made several hours ahead to allow time to fully harden before serving. This doesn’t tend to mix well with our MO of scrambling to pull everything together last minute (we’re working on that one). So we finished this batch with the minimum ‘several hours’ to freeze before serving – meaning we got to taste the finished product for the first time along with our friends that evening.
Now, our friends could care less whether the ice cream (or the whole meal for that matter) was good. They’re our friends. They’re our friends from college. Think about some of the things you did with your friends in college. Yeah. Those friends. They don’t judge you based on quality of food. And – bonus – they’re typically honest with you.
The result? They liked it! In fact, they actually said it was very good. Of course, we’re our own harshest critics, so I should add: we liked it too! Did we completely nail it? No, not quite. Was it way better than our first batch? Yes, definitely. Was it the launchpad of our latest and greatest addiction hobby? You betcha!