Ice cream demons
The last batch of ice cream I made was truly cursed. It was avocado gelato, which is one of my favorite flavors. But nothing went right while I was making it! First, as I was zesting the orange into 4x1" strips, the orange slipped and I ended up zesting my finger. It hurt like crazy! I'd ended up cutting over half of my fingernail almost all the way off with a vegetable peeler and injuring the nail bed underneath while I was at it. Yow! My fingernail was there to protect that for a reason!! I had to take a little break to ice, elevate, and take a painkiller before I felt up to returning to the orange. But never fear, I secured my dangling fingernail with tape and have managed to keep it attached for the past week and a half. After a few days, the cut healed so I no longer had to worry about accidentally banging it with excruciating consequences, but I still have to be careful about my finger because I'd prefer that the nail stay on for as long as possible.
The next mishap was that my vitamin C did not work. The recipe for avocado gelato is sneaky and has you use a crushed up vitamin C to prevent the fruit from browning. I don't know if the problem was with the formulation of vitamin C I got, or if I should have used more since I was using an extra avocado, but my ice cream definitely did not stay green. Or rather, it did, but it was not the appealing color of green I would have preferred...
Finally, something was up with the freezer. I think my roommate must have left it ajar for a very extended period of time. The ice cream maker was definitely not ready, but I foolishly decided to go ahead with freezing it anyway. Yeah... It didn't freeze too well... Kind of resulted in avocado slushy... Which was ok, since I just chucked it into the freezer to harden the rest of the way. And surprisingly enough, the texture didn't seem all that off.
After all that, I had a zested finger and very ugly avocado ice cream that hadn't successfully frozen (but did not have any finger bits in it). At least it tasted good. That's all that really matters. I just couldn't serve it to anybody, but that's ok. I think it was the avocados that were cursed. I'd bought them several days before I made the ice cream, and my situation at the two times was markedly different (at least some aspects of it). I'd originally planned to share my avocado ice cream with someone, but that fell through halfway between avocado-ing and ice-cream-ing. Maybe that's what went wrong. Those expectations were still infiltrating the avocados and the avocados were angry? Perhaps it's a good thing I no longer had plans to show off my ice cream, because it certainly was not presentable after all the trauma!
So this week I'm exorcising my ice cream demons with Mexican chocolate ice cream. And it truly is cathartic since the most effective (and certainly most fun) way to chop 3.5 discs of Mexican chocolate is to smash them with a hammer. Good times! Although I was a little irritated when a neighbor peevishly started thudding around in his kitchen in response. It was only 6:30 in the evening! I can smash as much chocolate with as many hammers as I want at dinnertime! Not that I really needed the catharsis (though maybe the demons did). The situation has changed again, and this ice cream might get shared ;).
The next mishap was that my vitamin C did not work. The recipe for avocado gelato is sneaky and has you use a crushed up vitamin C to prevent the fruit from browning. I don't know if the problem was with the formulation of vitamin C I got, or if I should have used more since I was using an extra avocado, but my ice cream definitely did not stay green. Or rather, it did, but it was not the appealing color of green I would have preferred...
Finally, something was up with the freezer. I think my roommate must have left it ajar for a very extended period of time. The ice cream maker was definitely not ready, but I foolishly decided to go ahead with freezing it anyway. Yeah... It didn't freeze too well... Kind of resulted in avocado slushy... Which was ok, since I just chucked it into the freezer to harden the rest of the way. And surprisingly enough, the texture didn't seem all that off.
After all that, I had a zested finger and very ugly avocado ice cream that hadn't successfully frozen (but did not have any finger bits in it). At least it tasted good. That's all that really matters. I just couldn't serve it to anybody, but that's ok. I think it was the avocados that were cursed. I'd bought them several days before I made the ice cream, and my situation at the two times was markedly different (at least some aspects of it). I'd originally planned to share my avocado ice cream with someone, but that fell through halfway between avocado-ing and ice-cream-ing. Maybe that's what went wrong. Those expectations were still infiltrating the avocados and the avocados were angry? Perhaps it's a good thing I no longer had plans to show off my ice cream, because it certainly was not presentable after all the trauma!
So this week I'm exorcising my ice cream demons with Mexican chocolate ice cream. And it truly is cathartic since the most effective (and certainly most fun) way to chop 3.5 discs of Mexican chocolate is to smash them with a hammer. Good times! Although I was a little irritated when a neighbor peevishly started thudding around in his kitchen in response. It was only 6:30 in the evening! I can smash as much chocolate with as many hammers as I want at dinnertime! Not that I really needed the catharsis (though maybe the demons did). The situation has changed again, and this ice cream might get shared ;).
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