Coffee Ice Cream

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Since I was a little kid I have always loved coffee flavoured ice cream.  It was and is always a special treat because it’s not a flavour that is readily available.   To buy it you have to go to an ice cream parlour or find it somewhere that sells boutique brands. Or you can make your own…

This recipe is very rich, so a single scoop is easily enough to satisfy.

Recipe

  • 1/3 c very strong espresso coffee
  • 1/2 c granulated sugar
  • 1/3 c dark brown sugar, packed
  • 2 c thickened cream
  • 1 c whole milk
  • 1/2 t vanilla

In a medium mixing bowl, whisk hot coffee and sugar together until sugar has dissolved.  Add remaining ingredients and mix well. Cover the bowl and refridgerate for at least 2 hours.

Mix in ice cream maker as per manufacturer’s instructions. (I use a Cuisinart which I love.  It is easy to use and easy to clean, and I keep the bowl in a freezer so that I can whip up a batch whenever the mood grabs me.)

To serve I create a base from Butternut Snap cookies (microwave a couple at a time for about 20-30 seconds, flatten out a bit with a rolling pin and set in a muffin pan), and top the ice cream with ground coffee.

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About baking bohemian

My name is Jen and I am the baking bohemian. My blog identity comes from the cultural background of my mother’s family, (Bohemian), and my mother’s more left wing lifestyle (bohemian). The big ‘B’ Bohemian refers to the rich cultural heritage of our family that emigrated from Bohemia when it was still its own country (it now comprises two thirds of the Czech Republic). Food featured prominently in the family and broader social life of that part of my family. No social interaction was without sustenance, and any celebration, large or small, was an invitation to cook up a storm. My own family emigrated from the United States to Australia when I was a child. For the most part we lived with our mother, and my dad eventually moved back to the US. The little ‘b’ bohemian relates to the semi-alternative lifestyle we led with our mother. I hesitate to refer to her as a hippy, for that conjures up so many misconceptions, but certainly she was on that side of the fence. She was probably more eccentric than radical at the end of the day, but she could really cook. We always set extra plates at the dinner table because inevitably people would visit at dinner time. I started cooking when I was about eight. Cookies. Obviously I was motivated by desire! I loved cooking, I loved that the kitchen was always, in every way, the heart of the house, so I was always part of anything else that was happening while I was cooking. I loved people loving my food. With all the different things that I have done in my life and am interested in, food has remained my most consistent and enduring passion.

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