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Every time my friends and I visit the ice cream parlor, there are a few flavors I will always avoid as a matter of principle. Bubble gum. Cotton candy. Cake Batter.
GUYS, DO NOT AVOID THE CAKE BATTER.
Granted, I don’t know if I would order it at an ice cream shop even now–to be honest, all the preservatives and artificial flavors in storebought cake batter ice cream kind of creep me out. I mean, eating baked cake is one thing–raw, unadulterated preservatives are another. But then I had this awesome opportunity to make my own at home using a cake mix that boasts no colors, preservatives, or artificial flavors, and wow. Just…wow.
Guys, you won’t even want to avoid this no-churn cake batter ice cream! Four minutes from start to freezer is all it takes, I promise.
My big confession here is that I don’t own an ice cream maker–whiiiiich, is good news for you because that means this ice cream is churn-free, hassle-free! It starts with just a few ingredients that I bet you’ve got sitting in your pantry right now, like:
If for some reason you’re missing any of these, I highly recommend you bust your butt to the nearest grocery store ASAP. The moment I found out a non-scary, ice-cream-safe cake mix actually existed to satiate my sudden cake batter ice cream craving, I jogged the whole 2 miles to Ralph’s and raided their cake mix section for a few boxes of that adorable dough boy mix:
I always knew that I was a fan of the frozen dessert, but THIS. Two weeks ago this dessert happened and I immediately considered abandoning all of my life’s responsibilities & relationships and diving headfirst into a committed romance with this dessert.
Of course, I’m pretty sure I say this exact phrase about once a week, but I really mean it right now. I swear on my entire vintage collection of Disney animated VCR tapes. I mean of course I don’t REALLY because that collection is freakin’ awesome, but still.
The awesome thing about this Peach Crumble Frozen Delight is–well, how could I narrow it down to just one thing? For starters, I made this dessert completely in the dark.
Yep, it was 3 AM and I had a bad case of insomnia and, as luck would have it, my kitchen light had gone out the evening before and the repairman wasn’t slated to arrive until the following morning to fix it. So, as a relatively intelligent grad student who’s had 20+ years of schooling under my belt, what do I do next?
Hint: it’s not “get the living room lamp.”
I ended up whipping together the filling, baking the streusel, and layering up this entire frozen dessert with nothing more than the occasional light from my ajar refrigerator door–which, for the record, is not very much light at all. (Note to anyone looking to try this: hindsight is 20/20, and apparently knives are just as sharp when it’s light as when it’s dark. Be careful when you’re cutting your peaches–eeks!) It’s that easy. Oh, and remember that sugar-free challenge I’ve been doing with my friend this past month, with one cheat day a week? Well, that meant that by the time I finished this crazy bake/no-bake sesh at 5 AM, I hadn’t even tried said dessert.… Read more
I know many of you may be relatively new readers at Wallflour Girl. If so, welcome back! I’ve had the opportunity to meet and chat back & forth these past weeks with so many amazing bloggers like Karen, Allison, Courtney, Matt, Monet, Rachel, and Zainab, who are all gems (you need to check out their blogs now, pronto!). Meeting new faces and writing voices is possibly my favorite part of being a desserts blogger, so please stay to say hi because I’d love to meet (or simply hear from) you!
But let’s be real. My other favorite part is probably your favorite part of blogging, too. And that’s the ice cream.
How many of you out there don’t own an ice cream machine? Is your hand raised like mine is? It’s officially summer and I’m not sure whether this is a good thing, but hey…welcome to the no-churn club!
As a homely dessert maker with little need for appliances (and let’s be frank–even less money with which to buy them), I never invested in an ice cream machine. For me, that’s a good hundred bucks or more that I could be spending on minor other things like, oh, I don’t know, food and shelter and clothing and books.
So while I love all the wonderful ice cream recipes swirling around the internet these days as a hot summer blossoms upon us, I’m always a little crestfallen when I click through and see the line: “Place all ingredients in ice cream maker and freeze according to manufacturer’s instructions.”
I mean, that’s like telling me that Winnie the Pooh at Disneyland isn’t actually a real character, but simply a disgruntled high school student stuffed into a suffocatingly hot suit. Where’s the magic in that?
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose, by any other name would smell…
Just as sweet.
Call me wallflower girl. Does that sound sweet to you?
It’s always been a source of minor discomfort to me how fast I can turn from the happy locus of attention among a group of friends to a complete, total wallflower in other social situations. Even when I’m ostensibly happily immersed in a large-group conversation, I can just as easily be that awkward person standing between two people who are having a really great discussion.The only things that make it slightly less great are that…
1) they’re having the discussion across you instead of with you,
2) you’re already part of the circle and can’t leave without seeming rude, so you have to stand there and politely nod at some neutral viewing space between the two people with a look as glazed as a fresh donut,
3) the said conversationists will inevitably give you an acknowledging glance every, oh, half a minute or so, to let you know that they know you’re still there. And that they’re maybe trying to include you. But you’ve been so busy staring at the back of somebody else’s head for the past 30 seconds that you don’t know what they were talking about anyway, and so you just smile.
4) You find out you were smiling while they were talking about something super serious. Like the resurgence of the bubonic plague in a remote corner of New Zealand or something. And then you just feel pretty dumb.
Social situations and I can sometimes get along like, say, water and oil that has caught on fire. For your reference, apparently you’re not supposed to throw water on a stovetop on which oil has flamed up. Instant flambe.… Read more