I was raggin’ on a friend of mine for being a sneakerhead the other day. There isn’t a week that goes by that he posts a new special edition pair of Nikes. Not to mention that entering a shoe store reduces his mental function to that of a 2-week starved hyena.
Ironically, I’m the same way entering a cooking shop. The bright lights, the gleaming porcelain, the space age espresso maker, and the old school Japanese knives. It was then that I finally sympathized with my friend. Two months of wondering where my hard-earned dollars went though and I came to a conclusion: only buy a tool whose function you cannot accomplish with what you already own . No hand mixer? Build some damn forearm muscles and whip those eggs into submission! No spice grinder? Salvage the coffee grinder you found in the basement of your apartment.
At the top of my list was an ice cream maker. I mean…have you seen the crazy things the Iron Chefs have put out with those things? And to appease my bitterness and guilt for buying that hot new microplane a few weeks back, I decided to eschew the hundred dollar contraption for a pot, whisk, and bowl.
Making homemade ice cream is deceptively simple, requires very few ingredients, and is flexible enough to allow for an infinite combination of flavors.