Friday, May 28, 2010

on ice cream and apologies

There are things to be sorry for, and those for which you should never apologize. Not posting this burnt sugar ice cream, a TWD pick from last month, until nearly four weeks after I made it is definitely the sort of thing for which I should be begging forgiveness. But before I get to that, I want to tell you a story about something that falls decidedly into the second category. A story about something for which I'm not the least bit sorry.

It was the early 1980s in Minnesota, and my father had taken me to an evening event at my nursery school. I can't tell you what the event was for, what the room looked like, or name a single person who was there that night. What I do remember in great detail? The ice cream sundae bar. Now as many of you know, I grew up in a nutrition-crazed house. My mom was trolling the heath food stores for organic produce before that kind of thing was cool, and to me, an ice cream sundae bar was no small thing. In fact, I'm fairly certain that I'd never seen such a veritable feast of sugar before. I was literally a kid in a candy store. So I did the only thing that would make sense to a sugar deprived toddler--I went slowly down the line and meticulously spooned a bit of each topping onto my ice cream. Snickers piled atop a heap of whipped cream? Yes please. Pineapple and oreos? I'll take both. Mint and maraschinos? You betcha.

I had almost reached the end of the line when my father looked down at my snail-like progress, turned to the long line behind us, and said, "I'm sorry." My cheeks burned hot with embarrassment and anger. I knew that his apology meant I must have done something wrong, but I had no idea what it could have been. It never occurred to me that my full fledged attack on the sundae bar was not exactly standard operating procedure. I was indignant (or as indignant as a preschooler carrying an ice cream sundae can be). My father may have been sorry, but I wasn't. And thinking back on that night, I'm not sorry today, either (except maybe for mixing pineapple and Oreos). Because enthusiasm for ice cream is something for which one should never, ever apologize. Especially in the summertime. And so to kick off ice cream season, I highly recommend that you start with this Burnt Sugar variety. It's rich, complexly flavored and easily one of my favorite TWD recipes to date. I'm only sorry that I didn't share it with you sooner.

Burnt Sugar Ice Cream
From Baking From My Home to Yours, by Dorie Greenspan
Recipe chosen for TWD by Becky of Project Domestication and available Here

1 comment:

Nickki said...

What a great post! I came here to read about your brrr-ownies, but on scrolling down I noticed this post and I just had to comment! I totally agree - no-one should ever, ever have to apologise for ice cream enthusiasm! Glad you enjoyed the burnt sugar ice cream, I loved it too!