Showing posts with label ice cream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ice cream. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Ice Cream Man!

Thursdays bring great joy to Hubby and Teen Angel in the summer. Much joy. Enormous joy. Enough joy to fill up Yankee Stadium. Hop, skip and hum Yankee Doodle Dandy joy. Why, you ask? Well, brothers and sisters, Thursday is the day the ice cream man comes through our neighborhood. Wait. Let me correct that. Thursday is the day the ice cream man makes his quota for the week by stopping at our house.




Let me just say that when the ice cream man purposefully stops in your driveway, knows you by name and tells you he missed you last week when you were out of town it could be indicator of an ice cream addiction. OH, and when you keep a stash of dollar bills in the cup holder on the golf cart in case by some odd chance you miss the ice cream man and need to chase him down, you might be an ice cream addict. But if all it takes to bring that much pleasure to my peeps, then he can park that little truck at the end of my driveway any day. Just as long as he has a few strawberry Scooter Crunch Bars in there.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Somebody's Gonna Need a Wash Cloth

I was lucky enough earlier this week to be in a place where there were dozens of kids having a big day on a field trip that featured ice cream as their last attraction.  While there were plenty of smiles on the shiny little faces, you wouldn't know it by the pictures of them eating their treats.  They were cracking me UP with the intensity they had while chowing down.  They either completely ignored the camera or seemed annoyed that it intruded on their efforts to get every drop of sugary goodness.  Ah, if only the rest of us tackled our joys with that much intensity.
 








Friday, July 30, 2010

Little Did I Know

See the ice cream truck? See the golf cart behind the ice cream truck?


That would be Hubby and Teen Angel chasing down the ice cream man. He usually visits on Thursday afternoons before I get home from work. My peeps usually mention that he came by, and I see them eat a few treats here and there. I don't pay any attention because I don't eat ice cream on a regular basis. Last week, they missed the truck, and they acted like the world was about to end.
Last night, the truck came AFTER I got home, and his visit triggered a flurry of excitement. Teen Angel went running for money. I handed her a $5 bill, and she said, "Uh, that's not gonna be enough."
"Well, here's a $10, get one for grandma and grandaddy, too."
"Um, that's still not gonna be enough."
"What?!"
"Never mind."
Off she scooted on the golf cart to pick up Hubby who was up the street at Mama J.'s and Papa T.'s. A couple of minutes later, they came zipping back up the driveway with Hubby hollering for me to get his wallet. They drove up the street to the truck, which was sidelined at the first house on the block.
They were gone. They were gone for a while. Like fifteen minutes gone. When they came back, they were loaded down with a sack of goodies.
Look at that bag on his lap.

And someone may or may not have made a rude gesture toward me when he caught me taking his picture with the mother load of Nutty Buddies and Push-Ups. And Dora bars. And Sponge Bob bars.


It seems two of the Hula-gen's are on very good terms with the ice cream man. As in he waited in front of the wrong house last week, looking for them, so as not to miss a good sale. Suspecting that Thursday afternoons with the ice cream man are a bigger deal then they've let on all summer, I asked Teen Angel just how much they spend each week at the ice cream truck. Her reply through cold teeth?
"I'm not allowed to divulge that information."

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Work of the Day-"Stalk"


Main Entry: stalk


Function: verb


Etymology: Middle English, from Old English bestealcian; akin to Old English stelan to steal — more at STEAL


Date: 14th century


intransitive verb 1 : to pursue quarry or prey stealthily
2 : to walk stiffly or haughtily

transitive verb 1 : to pursue by stalking
2 : to go through (an area) in search of prey or quarry
3 : to pursue obsessively and to the point of harassment
— stalk•er noun


Used in a sentence: "Hubby was so distraught over missing the ice cream man's weekly visit to our neighborhood Thursday that he drove to nearby subdivisions stalking the little white truck with the loud music."


PS: Someone is now pouting over the fact he will have to wait a full week before being able to buy a certain chocolate bar.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Sweet!

While waddling around the BBQ Festival last weekend, we stumbled into my favorite ice cream shop. It will close soon for the winter season, leaving us to wait until spring for their reopening and a tasty scoop of their peach ice cream. There’s something charming about a business that does things the old fashioned way, like shut down for winter. In fact, the whole darn place is pretty charming. I can sit there all day soaking up the atmosphere and savoring a sugar cone filled with any one of their flavors.

I love the long counter.


And the tin ceiling with pendant lights.
There are the old milk bottles on the top shelf.
Have I mentioned that my great grandpa used to deliver milk to people’s homes?


I like the old fashioned décor.
And I really like the nice people who work there.
This guy is married to a woman who used to run around with Hubby in his teenaged years. He knows some dirt on Hubby and likes to share it. He’s fun that way.


Best of all, I like the ice cream. All homemade and delicious.
My flavor pick on this day? Cherries and cream.
When it comes to ice cream I can usually take it or leave it, but this place has me wrapped around their udder.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Ice Cream Man!

HOLY MOTHER OF MABEL YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO WAS IN OUR NEIGHBORHOOD WHEN TEEN ANGEL AND I CAME HOME YESTERDAY THE ICE CREAM MAN WHO HASN'T BEEN TO OUR SUBDIVISION SINCE TEEN ANGEL WAS A TODDLER WE ALMOST PEED OUR PANTS WE WERE SO EXCITED REMEMBER THAT FUNNY EDDIE MURPHY BIT ABOUT THE ICE CREAM MAN GOSH I MISS THE OLD RAUNCHY EDDIE MURPHY STANDUP SHOWS WE HOLLERED LIKE CRAZY WOMEN ZIPPED INTO OUR DRIVEWAY AND RAN TO THE TRUCK WHERE WE BOUGHT AN ORANGE CREAM BAR FOR HUBBY A POPSICLE FOR TEEN ANGEL AND ICE CREAM BARS FOR MAMA J. AND PAPA T. BECAUSE THEY'RE OLD AND NEED SOMETHING SOFT AND NEVER MIND THAT THIS WAS ALL RIGHT BEFORE DINNER AND WE SPOILED THEIR APPETITES OR THAT IT WAS A SPECIAL VISIT BECAUSE OF SPRING BREAK BECAUSE THE ICE CREAM MAN SAYS BY SUMMER HE'LL HAVE FIVE COUNT 'EM FIVE TRUCKS AND WILL COME TO OUR NEIGHBORHOOD EVERY THURSDAY SO I CAN HAVE A STRAWBERRY SCOOTER CRUNCH EVERY WEEK OH MY WE CAN HARDLY STAND IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not that we're excited or anything.

*So tell me boys and girls, what is your favorite treat from the ice cream man?

Friday, July 4, 2008

Ice Cream at Miss Hinda's


*I'm taking a holiday from writing today and instead am republishing a post from last July. It will give you a taste of what I'm doing Friday and a bonus recipe to boot. We won't have any big fireworks though, because our favorite Tennessee stand is shut down this year. Funny, as I read through this old post I realized I'm already having some of the same thoughts about summer's fast pace as I did last year. I hope you have a great 4th!

I can’t believe the 4th of July has already come and gone. The summer is flying by. It’s not fair that my favorite season seems so short. I love the heat and the sun. I’m even okay with the humidity. I’m just weird that way. Everybody loves autumn, but it makes me sad; sad that it will be another eight months before the long, hot days roll around again. Like I said, I’m weird that way. There are only so many flip-flop days in the year, so I’m trying to savor each one between now and October.

We spent Independence Day the same way we spend it every year, swimming, grilling and lighting fireworks. We skip the traffic and crowds and do it all at home. Our celebration hasn’t changed in ten years, probably because no one has lost a finger or eye yet with those illegal fireworks we get in Tennessee. We’re sticklers about our 4th of July routine. We always spend several hours in the pool. We always grill in the late afternoon, and we always shoot off fireworks. Most importantly, we ALWAYS make homemade ice cream, and we ALWAYS use Hubby’s grandmother’s recipe. Our love for Miss Hinda’s ice cream recipe is probably more sentimental than anything, but we think it’s the best. That plain old vanilla ice cream freezes the tongue and warms the heart because it brings back lots of great memories for Hubby and his family. Whenever we eat it, they always share stories about making ice cream at Grandma’s. Miss Hinda loved homemade ice cream. Really she loved sweets of all kinds, but ice cream was her favorite. She made it in her old crank freezer, and the grand kids remember taking turns sitting on top of the freezer to keep it steady while one of the uncles turned the handle. She always served it up in the same blue glasses and scraped the clumps off the dasher for herself. She was quite elderly when Hubby and I married, but I managed to get in on a few years of ice cream making at her house before she died.

When she started getting kind of feeble, we began fretting about preserving her recipe for her ice cream mix. She never wrote it down. When you asked her for it, she always said she just put in “a little bit of this and a little bit of that”. It took me two years of watching, wheedling tidbits of information from her and experimenting at home to come up with the recipe. I am going to share it with you here. Now, when you look at it, you’ll notice a couple of things. One…it has flour. That seems a little odd, but Miss Hinda said it added texture. I think she was right. Two….it includes raw eggs. At the Hula Girl house we eat homemade ice cream with raw eggs, and we like it that way. You can cook the mix if you like, but I don’t recommend it. It makes it taste too much like scrambled eggs. I know all the food safety folks say the eggs need to be cooked, but personally, I think that’s a crock of hooey. I’ve been eating raw cookie dough, cake mix and ice cream mix for years without getting sick. I’m sure one butt cheek clenching case of salmonella would change my mind, but until then I’m alright with the raw egg thing. The eggs should be medium sized, not large. Also, you may use any brand of vanilla you like, but Miss Hinda always swore by Watkins double strength. I think she was right on that one, too. I’ve tried other vanillas, and it’s just not the same. Don’t use 2% or skim milk, either. First of all, that’s just crazy. It’s ice cream for Pete’s Sake! It’s not supposed to be healthy. Secondly, it just won’t taste good. My family gets excited because there is usually a little whole milk left over, and it’s the only time they get anything other than skim. They like it when the whole milk gods shine upon them. Occasionally, I have substituted a half pint of cream for some of the milk in this recipe. It gives it an even smoother texture, but it takes longer to churn.

This recipe will make enough for a small freezer. If you have the honkin’ big White Mountain freezer like we do, you’ll need to make 1 ½ times this recipe. When she was eating this ice cream, Miss Hinda always said it made her eyeballs freeze. I don’t have a remedy for that, but I think this stuff is worth freezing your eyeballs for.

Miss Hinda’s Ice Cream
5 medium eggs
2 ½ cups sugar
½ cup flour
Pinch of salt
1 Tablespoon Watkins vanilla
Whole milk

In a large bowl, mix the eggs, sugar, flour, salt and vanilla with enough milk to blend. Transfer mixture to the freezer tub. Add more milk until it reaches the fill line and stir thoroughly. Add the dasher, seal and turn in ice cream freezer until firm. At this point you have two options. You can either transfer the tub to a regular freezer for another hour or so to firm it up even more, OR you can go ahead and eat it, but you’ll need to eat it fast because it melts quickly. We usually pick option #2.