Dried Apricot & Pistachio Ice Cream (GF)
The weather seems to have become totally unpredictable these days the world over. Right across the other side of the world, I hear stories of spring not quite having sprung yet and of temperatures being lower than they ought to be at this time of the year. In my part of the world, it’s hotter than it ought to be, and it’s also extremely sticky where I live because of an average 80% humidity most days.
This is when all those street carts selling tender coconut water, freshly pressed sugar cane juice or other fruit juices, ice lollies and ice creams all do really brisk business. Given the unusually higher temperatures this year, there’s going to be a boost in business for them.
The one exception to this not-eating-out rule, as far as my maternal grandmother (who we called Ammamma, meaning mother’s mother) was the visit to the Milk Co-operative Ice cream Parlour that was housed in a small store near the then famous Apsara Theatre. Ammamma loved the egg-free ice cream they served as much as we did. Even though the South of India is hot in summer, ice cream or frozen treats were not a part of our traditional food culture. My grandmother never even had or used a refrigerator in her life time either.
The Milk Co-operative would convert the excess milk they had that was unsold at the end of the day, into ice cream. When I think back there was nothing very remarkable about that ice cream other than it was a rare treat in a time when eating out was considered something that decent people did not do. In those days, if you wanted ice cream, you went to where it was sold, ate it there and came back home. Tubs or packs of ice cream to take back home were unheard of and refrigerators were rare in homes because every meal was cooked fresh and nothing in the kitchen was ever kept for the next day.
The Ice cream Parlour was a 15 minute walk from my grandparents’ home, and on the occasional summer evening Ammamma would take us kids there. Once there, she would order the ice cream for all of us. We would sit on aluminium chairs arranged around a table that was part of a group of three or four tables in the “parlour” area of a large room that also functioned as a storage area for large milk cans and other such stuff that was used in the daily business of milk delivery to the nearby areas.
Waiting for the ice cream to arrive was unbearable. Ammamma would remind us to savour our ice cream by putting small spoons of ice cream on our tongues and not letting it sit on our teeth for too long. She had this theory that teeth should never be subjected to extremes of temperature. Maybe she was on to something there because I remember her visiting the dentist only once in her 80 years of life and even that was sometime in her late 60s to get her teeth cleaned!
Our egg-free ice cream would finally arrive as single scoops with no embellishments in cheap, thick ice cream bowls with spoons. We didn’t care about any of that and were only concerned with digging into the milky ice-cream that tasted of nothing but milk, sugar and tongue numbing cold before it melted in the summer heat. We never thought of asking for seconds, and were just happy to have been indulged.
Today, ice creams have come a long way from those days when we were kids. Now we’re spoilt for choice in flavours, toppings and presentation but they don’t seem to bring me the pleasure of the ice cream from my childhood. Of course, that could just be nostalgia taking over.
Last week, my husband and daughter were away from home for a couple of days and I ended up with a bit of extra milk piled up in the fridge. Out here, our milk gets delivered to our doorstep daily and I didn’t get around to asking for less milk to be delivered while they were away. I was looking a way to use up the milk and ice cream was the perfect solution as I could make it and have it frozen and ready to eat by the tie they got back home.
I don’t have an ice cream maker so I make my ice creams by hand using a hand blender to mix the ice cream mixture a couple of times during the chilling period to prevent crystals forming in the ice cream.
“Without ice cream, there would be darkness and chaos.” ― Don Kardong.
- Keep aside 1/4 cup of the milk and put the rest and the sugar in a saucepan, and bring it boil. Keep stirring it so that sugar dissolves. Now mix the custard powder (or cornstarch) in the ¼ cup of milk and add this to the boiling milk. Keep stirring until the milk thickens a little. Take it off the heat and let it cool to room temperature.
- In a smaller saucepan, put the chopped apricots and the orange juice and bring it to a boil then simmer for about 2 to 3 minutes. Take it off the heat. Remove about 1/3 the apricot pieces and keep it aside. Once the apricots pieces and the orange juice have cooled, purée this in a blender.
- To the purée in the blender, add the milk-custard mixture, cream, and salt. Blend till smooth. Add the reserved apricots and run the blender on slow speed so the apricot pieces blend with the ice-cream mixture but are not puréed. This is so that there will bits of apricot in the ice cream.
- Coarsely chop the pistachio pieces and stir it into the ice cream mixture. Pour it into a container and freeze till hard. Take it out a couple of time in between, and break up the ice cream to prevent crystals from forming.
- If you’re using an ice cream maker, refrigerate the mixture and then freeze according to the instructions that come with your machine. During the last minute of churning, add the chopped pistachio nuts, or layer them as you scoop the ice cream into the container where you will keep it.