There is always that moment in a relationship when you look at the other person and think “where did you come from?” or “who raised you?” I remember distinctly having one of these moments with my now husband then boyfriend many years ago. It was the dead of winter in Kansas, and we had just gone out for Mexican food. I brightly suggested we top off the night with a little BR (that would be Baskin & Robbins for those of you who did not spend your childhood establishing a close relationship with all of the ice creams shops in your area). He looked at me and said, “But it’s cold out.” Yup. As if the weather had some bearing as to whether we should have ice cream. My response: Ice cream knows no season.** I loved him but knew there were some serious cultural differences.
We ate ice cream in my family. A lot. I still know my mom’s signature order at BR — a dip of Pralines & Cream and a dip of Chocolate Mousse Royale (not to be confused with DQ where it is a peanut buster parfait). In fourth grade, I gave up chocolate malts and popcorn for lent and it was TOUGH. We had them together every Friday night. Great combo, by the way. Salty and sweet.
All this ice cream, however, and I don’t think I have ever had blueberry ice cream. I was excited to try Blueberry Sour Cream Ice Cream chosen by Dolores of Chronicles in Culinary Curiousity for Tuesdays with Dorie this week. I am not a sour cream lover so I cut it down to a half a cup. I also went with a little lime zest and no juice. I love citrus flavored dessert, but I always cut the citrus down when it is not the feature flavor.
I thought it would be fun to make peanut butter cookies and make a “PB&J” ice cream sandwich. Well, I got a little carried away and made chocolate peanut butter cookies. It went really well together. The ice cream was good. At first I thought the sour cream was overpowering, but it grew on me. It tasted a little like blueberry cheesecake. My kids both ate it but didn’t ask for any the next day. Hmmm…I may try it with another flavor and see if it garners a little more excitement. Otherwise, this may not be in the rotation for a long while. I can’t shouldn’t eat it all myself.
Next week: Granola grabbers. I eat granola for breakfast almost every morning. This could be…dangerous.
**While ice cream is great any time of year sometimes ice cream alone isn’t the best when it is hot. On a hot day, nothing is better than half vanilla ice cream, half orange sherbert, and sprite. Put it all in a blender and go. REFRESHING.