Today’s post will be an educational one regarding Canadian winters and ice cream. One of the great things about the temperature being -17C plus a windchill is that the outdoors make a great place to chill things like people and pots. It’s such a pain when you’re trying to make ice cream and you have to chill the ingredients that you’ve just spent the last 10 minutes heating up, before you can pour them into the ice cream maker. Chilling takes a long time and all that waiting around is such a waste, especially when Mother Nature provides a rapid cool option. When I want ice cream, I want it now! And like I said, when it’s -17C it doesn’t take long to chill things so today, after boiling my ice cream ingredients I headed outside with the pot. In the interest of keeping me warm and making the ice cream cold, I bundled up before heading outside. Of course, in the time it took me to put all of my winter gear on, the pot probably cooled off on its own, but we’ll ignore that. So off I trudged, to deposit my ice cream pot in a snowbank. Then I had some time on my hands and I was wondering what my pot was feeling like. Only moments before he’d been warm, toasty and inside and now he was rapidly dropping in temperature, being lashed by wind and snowflakes. I plopped myself down into the snowbank beside him so that I could feel his pain. Hm, this cold thing wasn’t very much fun. To keep warm I flailed my arms and legs around and made a snow angel.
It’s too bad for my pot of ice cream that he didn’t have arms and legs to flail. Being surrounded by all that icy snow he got cold really quickly and it was soon time to take him inside. At first my pot was excited that we were going back to the kitchen because he was eager to warm up. But then he saw me taking out the ice cream machine and realized that I was going to steal his precious precious cargo. He would have put up a fight if he were on the stove, forcing me back by boiling over or throwing hot sugar at me. Since he was practically frozen though, I had the upper hand. I poured the ice cream mixture into my machine and started to churn. In no time at all I had some delightful chocolate-coffee-cappuccino-marshmallow ice cream. I had originally intended on this being a chance for me to tweak my Hot Chocolate with Baileys ice cream, but I was suspiciously all out of Baileys. Drat! Now, I realize that some people think ice cream is a dish best served during the heat of summer, but they’re wrong. There’s just no two ways about it. Ice cream is a year round affair, I’m right and you’re wrong and there’s nothing you can do about it.
In conclusion, we’ve learned two very important lessons today: The first is that Canadian winters are cold, but they serve the very important purpose of rapidly chilling ice cream. The second is that ice cream consumption should not stop when the mercury drops. Long live winter! Long live ice cream!