Equally as easy to look (in reference to this amazing photo by food photographer extraordinaire, Helene Dujardin) at as it is to eat, this recipe for Poached Peaches & Lemon Verbena Ice Cream from Tartelette me ready to pull out my ice cream freezer and get ready for summer. My step-father makes some amazing homemade peach ice cream and I’ve been trying to get him to add lemon to it for years, but he’s a bit stubborn and wouldn’t think of changing his recipe. I think I might just show him this one and see if I can change his mind.
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“Leave it up to me to pick one hot evening to churn a fresh batch of ice cream thinking we were nicely gearing up for Summer early as usual only to get up to a little-big drop in temperatures. Intriguing. I like that last attempt of a crisp morning trying to wrap us up with a little breeze and a soft chill.
While taking the pups outside that morning, I was not thinking ice cream at all. More something like a hot cup of coffee and a warm piece of toast. But I instantly busted “this feels so nice! Like a juicy fresh peach on a warm Summer day!” I went back inside with that odd feeling that the weather had misplaced a chip somewhere. The pieces did not quite fit.
The season was going so well that in fact I had gotten the juiciest tiniest yellow cling peaches at the market a few days before. Dubious, I only got three. Once home and after the first bite, I wished I had gotten three more. As good as candy, albeit two months early in the season. Wacky. Yet good enough to make my toes curl so I wanted to do them justice and use them in a dessert somehow.
Yes. My measuring scale to things, foods, life, love, is how much something will make my toes curl. When I fall in love with people, my toes curl. When there is a dish that makes my brain circuits implode from intense pleasure, my toes curl also. For some it’s just an expression. For me, it’s a true manifestation that I am completely in tune with the moment, the person, the taste. I often put a piece of music on and realize 20 minutes into it that my toes are indeed curled from appreciation…”
