I am still having fits of laughter.
It reminds me of a night when Stacey cooked us a dinner at her house and then watched as we took the first bite.
I prepared the recipe which boasted of creamy and easily frozen coconut milk ice cream.
It was actually VERY fun to make. I liked beating the egg whites into frothy white mountains. I think it’s so cool they do that.
So the mixture ended up being quite a lot and didn’t quite fit into the ice cream maker. So I kept adding more and more as it froze. Not something I will do again. I am learning as I go. And I am realizing smaller batches come out better. I do need a recommendation on storage.
So towards the end (the mixture was of a soft serve consistency), I added chocolate chips, chopped walnuts and small marshmallows (for Henry). It didn’t get as solid as I had hoped – going back to that adding too much mixture thing. But it was quite tasty. I did a vanilla coconut milk recipe. We bought a high quality, full fat, canned coconut milk. It was MUCH better than the previous brand we had used.
Over all it was a very nice experience UNTIL I mentioned it.
I gave Dave a large bowl of which he had consumed half. I told him I hoped we were all okay eating raw eggs. He didn’t believe me at first because it might be some weird thing I could throw out there to get a laugh. Then he realized I was serious but laughing anyway. I am still laughing. And Dave now has a psychosomatic illness.
I think I’ll use a different recipe next time. I’m not really into the raw egg thing either.