Another batch done in Snowy. Finally finished the Strawberry ice cream - but I ran out of strawberries, so supplemented with cherries. Unfortunately my custard split, and I think the result is that the ice cream is a little 'fatty' with the seperated cream. I still like it, but it has a distinct texture that I think could be improved on.
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Thursday, 1 January 2009
Sunday, 6 April 2008
Summer Sun
Technically it's not actually summer any more, but no one bothered to tell the weather today. It was absolutely gorgeous.
After a very late rising today (made respectable only by the fact that our clocks went back an hour at 2am this morning), we decided a picnic was in order and headed to Rocket Kitchen to purchase a suitable spread. Yeah, I know, lazy way to do a picnic, but really, it was a very late rising!
We headed down to Point Chevalier, picked a suitable spot and indulged in orzo salad with Moroccon Chicken (Simon) and Chicken Mignon (me). Yes, yes, I know, hardly a picnic, but it was outdoors already!
At the perfect moment, who should happen along, but Mr Whippy. After being a little intimidated by the hordes of delighted, screaming children swarming towards the van, Simon took a deep breathe and ventured in to the queue (knowing said children all had to convince their parents to give them money first anyway).
Simon seems to have issues with ice-cream. :) But he got there in the end.
After a very late rising today (made respectable only by the fact that our clocks went back an hour at 2am this morning), we decided a picnic was in order and headed to Rocket Kitchen to purchase a suitable spread. Yeah, I know, lazy way to do a picnic, but really, it was a very late rising!
We headed down to Point Chevalier, picked a suitable spot and indulged in orzo salad with Moroccon Chicken (Simon) and Chicken Mignon (me). Yes, yes, I know, hardly a picnic, but it was outdoors already!
At the perfect moment, who should happen along, but Mr Whippy. After being a little intimidated by the hordes of delighted, screaming children swarming towards the van, Simon took a deep breathe and ventured in to the queue (knowing said children all had to convince their parents to give them money first anyway).
Simon seems to have issues with ice-cream. :) But he got there in the end.
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