Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Posts Tagged ‘Woodside Farms’

IMG_2165

My homemade coconut cream ice cream—
delirium delivered cold on a spoon.

I’m not the first to extol the virtues of ice cream, but I might the first to write about it as incessantly as I have in the shortest amount of time. In under two years I’ve glorified the cow four times, in posts about my neighbor, a place that makes it all natural and from scratch, another place that’s a Rodgers and Hammerstein pipe dream, and Ice Cream Sunday in NYC—a shameless gorge-fest if there ever was one.

Clearly I’m beyond help at this point, so I’ll just try to update you on how things are going with my little personal obsession.

IMG_1621

Peanut Butter Moose Tracks, the best reason to wait on line at Days, Ocean Grove, NJ.

Best Ice Cream on Earth As Well As Several Other Comparably-Sized Planets

Woodside Farms, Delaware, USA

The difference is their ice cream is made on site, from milk from their own small herd of cows. But okay, wait, it’s even better than that. The cows are Jerseys, which produce milk so velvety thick that you’ll want to throw away your Jergens and slather it on. Three times I’ve taken the trip to Hockessin, Delaware (four hours round trip, mind you) just for a cone of this.* Chocolate Thunder (below) is my usual undoing.

scan0004

Favorite New Ice Cream Story

Woman in her 60s: When my kids were small I told them that when the ice cream man rang the bell, it meant he was OUT of ice cream.

Us (laughing): What? Why?

Woman: Well, he always came around just before dinner! I didn’t want them to spoil their appetites! (Pause) I told them the truth…eventually.

I pictured her kids getting on the school bus the day after the ice cream man had come by, taking swings at their hapless friends and yelling, ‘You bastards! You ate all the ice cream again!’

IMG_2236

Artisanal ice cream, New Amsterdam Market, New York, NY. It’s anybody’s guess as to what happened to the middle scoop. No, actually it’s pretty obvious.

Best Reaction To My Homemade Ice Cream

The coconut cream ice cream (very tippy top pic) I made for my sister’s birthday present a couple of years ago was insane. But when I made cinnamon-Bacardi ice cream for some friends, they made the same kind of humming noises that bees would make if let loose in a Tastykake factory. One friend said he wanted to bring his ice cream bowl into the bathroom and lock the door behind him.

*One time I ate two cones in one trip, slurping the last drops out of the cone bottoms like a deranged aardvark.

*************************************************

LAST CALL! The deadline for recipe submissions for my project is this Thursday, June 27, 2013, midnight, EST. In next week’s post I’ll announce my choices and start cooking. Bring it!

Advertisements

Read Full Post »