Back to my little cooking adventure. I decided to make Beet Ice Cream. Why? you ask. Because I felt guilty.
See. Look at my stigmata of my beet stained hands. Actually, I felt really hypocritical. I jump down my husbands throat for not liking fish and lecture my kids about trying something before you say you don't like it. So, if I talk the talk, I gotta walk the walk, right? So this post is dedicated to French Laundry at Home who left a comment on my blog about beet ice cream and to White on Rice for making me walk the walk. While I'm at it... I'd like to thank the Academy.
I am not going to post the recipe. If you want to play along, go to White on Rice's site or buy the book.
Beets are preeety. I love the color.
But the ends look like rat tails. So... I'm peeling, cooking, and straining when... oops...
I spill the beet puree and cream mixture all over the floor. (close your ears if you are easily offended) FUCK! I spill about half the mixture on the fucking floor.
Speaking of rats. Here comes my chihuahua, Roxy. She loved the beets and cream mixture. One whole roll of paper towels later. Trying to keep the dog out of the kitchen the phone rings.
"Please hold we have important information on your expiring car warranty."
What the fuck I just bought my car, how can it be expired all ready?
"Hello. I want to talk to you about your warranty that's about to expire on your cars." Dude says.
"Really?" I said. Hmm, why'd he say cars. Plural. Fishy.
"What fucking company are you from?" Oops. Poor guy had no idea he was messing around with the wrong chick.
"Well, I'm here to talk to about your expiring warranties on your cars."
"What compant are you fucking from? Are you from Toyota? Because I just bought a fucking new car and the warranty is not fucking expired!!!!" I yelled.
Reading back on that little exchange saying I was probably a little rude would be an understatement.
When we moved into this house I hated the wall in the color. Still don't care for it, just haven't painted it. Now I know why.... it's the color of strained beets and cream. Seriously. That photo is untouched. Now when people ask what color the paint is, I can tell them it is Beets and Cream. When I go to Home Depot for paint, I can ask for Beets and Cream. What kind of ice cream would you like? Beets and Cream. This can only happen to me.
This isn't going well....
Beets and cream all over my recipe...
...and one helluva mess in the kitchen. Too bad the walls in the kitchen are white or I wouldn't have to clean the kitchen.
The strained and strained mixture, oh hey, did I mention I had to strain the mixture like ten times, is sitting in my refrigerator. Chillin' and relaxin' getting ready to be made into ice cream. I'll let you know tomorrow how it tastes. If I don't like it, I have back up.