Unless you’re one of the few–like Adam from GIRLS–who does not dig the dynamic and delectable nature that is ice cream, then I hope you had the most chilly, creamy, National Ice Cream Day on Sunday. A gift for 2013’s winter holiday was a long-awaited ice cream maker, and this flavor goes out to mihoeneypie!
Confession. I am a scoop ‘food-in-love’ with ice cream–of the vegan persuasion that is. I remember when I decided to no longer eat dairy, one of the first things I decided I had to try to win me over was, yes non-dairy ice cream. Nutritionally, not the most sound choice, but I can’t change the facts of the past. In fact, I think the first non-dairy ice cream I tried was Tofutti-chocolate. It was my third year in college, Saturday night, and an evening of film watching–would you expect any less? On a more nostalgic note, when I was a wee lil’ blueberry, I remember feeling all a flutter when the ice-cream truck came jingling down the street. As an adult, it often feels like the hypnotic, cheery songs that roar muffled from the 30-year-old speakers of the ice cream truck will never wain, but as a child, that music dissipated faster than ice-cream could melt on a hot July day. Thus, I would gather up change collected in a bank or run to my mother for some dolla-bills, and soon I would be scampering outside to receive the truck. There was one instance in particular, that in my mind proves the giving and thoughtful nature that ice-cream can bring out of people, and it was the Pink Panther incident of 1994. There I was, unwrapping my mal-formed, yet perfect Pink Panther, paper sticky, tangy sherbet bar with gumball eyes–the type of bar varies as I age (Sonic, Tweety)–only to take a few licks, and SPLAT! Ice-cream on pavement. My mother, without hesitation, decided to give me her nomnom. It was a strawberry shortcake bar, and I felt–in that one ice-cream scarring moment–what selfless giving was. Call me crazy or overly sentimental, but it’s those types of moments that shape the way we, not only see the world, but how we see food. I know that food nostalgia can lead to a lot of health issues. I can’t in good conscience lead you all to believe that just because you have a fond memory of your first bag of Flammin’ Hot Cheetos, that it’s okay to eat those, but I can say that memories of food–and in this instance for me, ice cream–can be life-changing. Now, I think it’s time for an ice cream recipe.
Coconut Milk Coffee Ice Cream
– vegan, gluten-free
- 2 13.66 fl oz cans of unsweetened coconut milk (full fat)
- 1/2 cup coconut sugar
- 1 1/2 tsp vanilla extract
- 3/4 cup highly concentrated coffee
- In a medium-sized sauce pan over medium heat stir together coconut milk, sugar and coffee until mixture is a light brown color and sugar is fully dissolved
- Let mixture cool completely in a container with a spout and lid
- After the mixture has completely cooled, follow instructions for your ice cream maker
- Top with raw cacao nibs and enjoy!
- This ice cream recipe is not overly sweet, which I prefer, but if you’re into extra sweet cream, I suggest upping your coconut sugar amount to 3/4 cup.
- The ice cream maker that we have has a large 2 quart reservoir that we keep frozen and then the ice-cream mixture is poured into it for processing. It takes around 25 to 30 minutes depending on how thick and creamy you like the ice cream to be.
- The trick with most ice cream makers is to make sure, without a doubt, that your reservoir is 100% frozen before beginning.
- If you do not own an ice cream maker, there are many easy methods for making ice cream in your blender or straight from the coconut milk can to the freezer. Don’t give up!
This ice cream was demolished so quickly after eating it, my shivering teeth had no regrets. It’s days like yesterday, when I’m completely overwhelmed with a feeling of gratitude to having the sense of taste, smell, and the emotion of love. I love ice cream. How ever inconsequential it may seem, ice cream makes me happy, and makes me grateful to be alive. Oh the joys of this frozen fare!
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Healthy creamy regards,