Lets say there was a little bit of a disaster that came with making my first batch of ice cream.
First of all I couldn't decide on what to make and I finally decided on a creamy Key Lime ice cream. I ended up not having enough Key Limes because they were getting old and it turned out that I didn't buy enough way back when I bought them.
Secondly, while I was juicing my limes, I had the thermometer in the custard that was on the stove. I was keeping my eye on it as I was right next to it. Well I ended up taking too long to look back at it and it was almost 8 degrees over where I wanted it to be. That doesn't sound like a lot, but it's just about the difference between a smooth tongue-coating creamy ice cream and chunks of egg forming in that custard.
I freaked out and quickly transferred the custard to a Glad bowl so it would cool faster and began beating it like a crazy-lady with my whisk. I whisked that sucker for about 15 minutes straight so that any lumps that had formed in the custard dissolved, afterwards my arm hurt.
Then I realized I had put my bowl on to the stovetop where the custard just had been cooking. Thankfully the bowl had only minimally melted on the hot stove piece (I've got a gas stove here, woo!). Not enough to actually make holes in the bowl, *sigh of relief*
Once I finally put the juice and vanilla extract into the custard for flavoring I was finally calming down from all the commotion.
I put the lid on lightly so that it could cool faster in the refridgerator.
I picked up the bowl, grabbed it in one hand, and then proceeded to open the door of the fridge...
then the bowl dropped...
then I started laughing histerically because I couldn't believe what had just happened.
The bowl managed to land right side up, but not without splattering my entire kitchen with Key Lime custard. I had to clean my fridge, floor, cabinets, oven door, my favorite pants, and my pretty new shirt. It was everywhere.
After cleaning and waiting for the remenants of the custard to cool, I put it into the ice cream maker and watched as it churned my first batch.
It came out perfect.
I took it to a friend's dinner party and although it was only a little bit, everyone said it was amazing because it was so rich. I was proud of it, despite the fact that it seriously caused me to doubt that I'm actually up to surviving the CIA.
I'm such a klutz.
Since last Thursday I've made two sorbets, a Ginger-Raspberry Lemonade one that came out just a little too tart for my liking, and I froze a can of Jones Berry Lemonade that was pretty good, although it wasn't carbonated at all when frozen like I was secretly hoping. I'm not sure what I'm going to do next, but I think I need to figure it out soon since I'm going to a potluck tomorrow night.
