- My original post was going to be something along the lines of a celebration of summer. I was making the ice cream on Saturday and it was supposed to be low 80s and sunny. Perfect summer day. I had visions of peach ice cream after the pool. Of course, it was mid 70s and cloudy…great for gardening, watching a movie, hiking, plenty of things really…none of which remotely scream peach ice cream.
- Take 2. The next post was going to somehow involve ice cream preferences (big hunks, no hunks, cone, cup, etc – you get the idea). For the record, I pureed all my peaches. Then I got sick Saturday night after eating a giant peach ice cream sandwich. I hope – really hope – the two were not related. But, tolerance for any long post about ice cream was gone. GONE.
- So, by strange circumstance, I was the only one who happened to eat the ice cream on Saturday. I have banned it from anyone else until I take another test (probably tonight). Wish me luck. Cuz the peach ice cream stuffed between two peanut butter oatmeal cookies was good. So good I am willing to test it again after Saturday night’s fiasco.
You wouldn’t hurt me, would you?
Thanks to Tommi of Brown Interior for forcing us to dust off the ice cream maker and embrace summer. The recipe is at Brown Interior.
Next week: Coconut Roasted Pineapple Dacquoise. I am trying wrap my brain around how I am going to make this the same week as father’s day. This isn’t what either of the dads in my life would order. And, of course, I haven’t baked ahead. Stay tuned.