I almost didn’t want to write a post about this because the accompanying picture is so terrible, but since I’ve written about all the other times I’ve had ice cream in the last couple months I couldn’t leave this one out. I went out for Indian food and ordered 2 desserts- Gajar ka Halwa (a sweet carrot based “pudding”) and Pistachio Kulfi. My picture of the Gajar ka Halwa literally looks like cat vomit, so you will not be seeing that, but this is the Kulfi:
If you’ve never had it before it’s like a very, very dense ice cream. To me it has a sort of caramel-ish undertone. This particular one was pretty delicious. The spices were nicely balanced (sometimes too much cardamom can be overpowering) and it had just enough pistachio. I want to try making this at home because I found a recipe where you can sort of fake it using Cool Whip. To be honest I’ll probably never end up making it and I’ll just come here for dinner a couple more times instead.
Unfortunately I was not in Italy last weekend, but I was in an Italian neighborhood that has great restaurants and cafes. After a squid ink risotto dinner (lunch? it was around 3:30 so it could have gone either way) and a pit stop at a bakery, we set out to find gelato. Now despite the authentic Italian-ness of this part of town, I have had some HORRIBLE gelato there before. I was determined not to experience another icy, flavorless, way-too-sweet cup of ice cream, so I didn’t settle for the first place I saw. In fact, we stopped in no less than 4 cafes before we finally ordered our dessert.
I think I was right to be picky. I googled the cafe afterward and it looks like it may be one of the only places (if not the only place) in that area that makes their gelato on site daily. It’s disappointing that there are so few good quality options in a neighborhood known for its Italian specialties, but there you go. I got Bacio with a scoop of Frutti di Bosco sorbet. The flavor pairing was nice and the lighter sorbet was a good compliment to the creamy hazelnut and chocolate gelato. This was a million times better than what I’ve had in the past, but I’m still not sure if it tops either of these two. Delicious nonetheless.
We’re now well into apple-picking season. I doubt I’ll be making an appearance at the orchards, though, because I don’t like apples that much. But apple flavored desserts I can certainly deal with. I’m talking about apple cider donuts, pies, crumbles; NOT apple flavored candies. (Green apple jolly ranchers? Not for me). There’s one dessert that I’d never had in an apple variety before this week, and given the previous posts on this blog you can probably guess which one that is. Yep, I drove about 20 minutes out of my way to get my hands on some Apple ice cream on the first day of Fall.
I hadn’t made it to this place all summer, and you can probably see why I wanted to get there before they closed up shop for the fall/winter months. I can’t say enough good things about this ice cream. It was less reminiscent of pie than the Pumpkin flavor, but I guess if you imagine having apple pie a la mode and mixing some pie filling into the vanilla ice cream you’d get something similar to this. The texture was perfectly creamy with small chunks of cinnamon spiced apples. Here is my sort of mini time lapse photo shoot to demonstrate said texture:
I might actually go back for seconds on this one before they close. I’ve already been to almost every ice cream place in my area and tried the flavors I wanted to try (I’ve had 4 more new ones since Saturday, and I’ll probably feel the need to write a post about each of them as I’m discovering this is a great mindless activity.)
Oh, and get ready for photo quality to decrease because Sunday was the first day I started using an iPhone. Although a part of me is going to miss having my trusty flip phone and point-and-shoot camera floating around in my bag, I think it was time for some updated technology in my life.
We interrupt our regularly scheduled slew of ice cream-related posts for this picture.
They were selling alpaca fleece. These guys were experts at luring people in with cuteness and making them want to buy scarves and hats. I didn’t fall into that trap, though. On a related note, my father loves alpaca sweaters and will tend to go out of his way to find them. I didn’t know that about him until recently. Hm.