From a glorious Friday evening to a soggy Sunday. With inexplicably sped-up audio, giving the impression that I spent the whole weekend doing coke. Which I think adds to the charm.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Friday, August 26, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Let's Make Almond Ice Cream!
It's 100 degrees. I have an ice cream maker. And a book with 300 recipes.
Let's do this.
First, after an arduous decision-making process, I chose almond ice cream. Because almonds are delicious. And it was the first recipe. It begins with "a." That's how that works.
So first you get 7 oz. marzipan, or as I like to call it, "angel poop."
Beat the marzipan and 2/3 cups of sugar together in a bowl, and add three eggs, one at a time. Like this!
Then measure out 1/2 teaspoon almond extract, but first, take a good whiff, because it smells duh-vine.
But don't taste it. Seriously. Smell does not match taste.
Anyway, add the extract and 1/4 teaspoon of salt to the marzipan mix.
In the meantime, bring two cups of half-and-half to a simmer.
Slowly beat the hot half-and-half into the marzipan. Then, pour everything BACK into the saucepan, and whisk constantly over low heat. Whisk until the custard (because that's what it is now -- magic!) is slightly thickened. But keep whisking or the eggs will scramble and you'll ruin everything! DON'T BE YOURSELF.
Strain the hot mix into a large bowl.
Then wait for it to cool.
After it's cooled down a little, stir in one cup heavy cream. Then cover it, put it in the fridge, and say goodnight to it.
Prepare according to your ice cream maker's instructions, transfer to a freezer-safe container for two hours, and scoop!
Let's do this.
First, after an arduous decision-making process, I chose almond ice cream. Because almonds are delicious. And it was the first recipe. It begins with "a." That's how that works.
So first you get 7 oz. marzipan, or as I like to call it, "angel poop."
Beat the marzipan and 2/3 cups of sugar together in a bowl, and add three eggs, one at a time. Like this!
Then measure out 1/2 teaspoon almond extract, but first, take a good whiff, because it smells duh-vine.
But don't taste it. Seriously. Smell does not match taste.
Anyway, add the extract and 1/4 teaspoon of salt to the marzipan mix.
In the meantime, bring two cups of half-and-half to a simmer.
Slowly beat the hot half-and-half into the marzipan. Then, pour everything BACK into the saucepan, and whisk constantly over low heat. Whisk until the custard (because that's what it is now -- magic!) is slightly thickened. But keep whisking or the eggs will scramble and you'll ruin everything! DON'T BE YOURSELF.
Strain the hot mix into a large bowl.
Then wait for it to cool.
After it's cooled down a little, stir in one cup heavy cream. Then cover it, put it in the fridge, and say goodnight to it.
Prepare according to your ice cream maker's instructions, transfer to a freezer-safe container for two hours, and scoop!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Of Bands, Boats, Skylines and Explosions
When last the blog left our friends Atomic Tom, they were tearing up the Internet with their subway video. 5 million views, some national TV appearances and a whole, whole lot of tour van miles later, they're still doing very well, thankyouverymuch, and we're glad to have them back home in NYC for a while after several months on the road.
Recently, the boys played a rock cruise on the East River. After several stiflingly hot days, the evening of the boat cruise was blessedly glorious. And we may be a bunch of jaded, cynical New York hipster-types, but I challenge anyone who finds themselves on a lovely sunset boat ride on the East River and around New York harbor to not find themselves going wicked stupid giddy like a bunch of tourists. And there was a rock show! And a buffet! What could be better?
Maybe if there were some inexplicable mid-set fireworks just as the whole shebang floated under the Brooklyn Bridge...that would be cinematically awesome, right? Could that possibly be arranged? DONE AND DONE:
And there was some music and stuff, too:
Recently, the boys played a rock cruise on the East River. After several stiflingly hot days, the evening of the boat cruise was blessedly glorious. And we may be a bunch of jaded, cynical New York hipster-types, but I challenge anyone who finds themselves on a lovely sunset boat ride on the East River and around New York harbor to not find themselves going wicked stupid giddy like a bunch of tourists. And there was a rock show! And a buffet! What could be better?
Maybe if there were some inexplicable mid-set fireworks just as the whole shebang floated under the Brooklyn Bridge...that would be cinematically awesome, right? Could that possibly be arranged? DONE AND DONE:
And there was some music and stuff, too:
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