Bread and Butter Ice Cream

Bread and butter is one of those things that’s so simple, yet so amazing. I’ve had the conversation with my mother-in-law before – we could probably survive on bread and butter alone for the rest of our lives. It’s something you can never resist at a restaurant no matter how much food you know you’re going to get after.

Bolo Bao (Pineapple Bun) Ice Cream

The bolo bao or pineapple bun is a confusing pastry.  Mostly because there’s no pineapple in it at all!  The Chinese bakery we get ours from actually specifies this on the sign, probably so that customers don’t complain about the lack of fruit filling.  It’s actually called a pineapple bun because the crunchy, yellow topping that sits on each bun kind of, maybe, looks like a pineapple… if you squint. 

I love bolo bao – that sweet, dense pastry.  My favourite are the ones filled with coconut.  So clearly, I made it into an ice cream.

Oatmeal Cookie Ice Cream

I’m coming back with a bang!  The kitchen is mostly done but completely functional, and this is the best thing I have ever made.

I was trying to judge whether that’s an exaggeration, but I actually don’t think I say it a lot.  So please, please try this.

It’s basically an oatmeal cookie in ice cream form.  The idea came to me when we were eating ice cream one day (duh) and wondering why they have chocolate chip cookie dough, cookies and cream, but nothing oatmeal cookie-like.  Clearly an oversight. 

Salted Buttermilk Milkshakes

Times they are a-changing! Two weeks ago I was finishing my thesis, looking for jobs, and worrying about fitting my resume into two pages. This week I have one part time job writing about science, which you all know I love to do, and the promise of a full-time job that will hopefully start early next year.

I really didn’t know what to do with myself. So we had some sparkling wine (of course) and I made milkshakes. 

Creme Fraiche Ice Cream With Truffle Oil

We went to Hawaii a couple of weeks ago for a cousin’s wedding.  We had absolutely no ulterior motives in going, such as escaping the Canadian not-so-spring and the opportunity to explore the food scene somewhere else.  Definitely not.  

But we had to eat.  

Snack Attack: Fried Brioche Ice Cream Sandwich

This is the ice cream sandwich that will change your life.  

Roasted Pumpkin Spice Latte Ice Cream

Fall is not when the leaves start to change colour or the weather gets chillier.  It’s not the autumnal equinox or Sept. 21.  For me, fall is when Starbucks starts serving their pumpkin spice latte or PSL as it’s fondly known.  There is a similar rule for winter and the Peppermint Mocha, but that’s another story for another time.  

Roasted Banana Ice Cream

I love eggs.  I like them fried, poached, soft-boiled.  I like runny yolk creating a sauce for fried mushrooms, pasta, or potatoes.  They give baked goods their texture, they create fluffy meringue bases for frostings, or pavlovas, or marshmallows.  I love eggs.

Lemon Cream Pie Sundae

A couple of weeks ago I posted this cold berry pie and the perfect pie crust recipe.  You may have noticed that the pie crust recipe makes two crusts, but the pie only requires one. What do you do with the extra crust?  

Maple Rum Walnut Ice Cream And Two Years Blogging

Two years ago today, I decided to carve out a space for myself on the internet.  However small, it was a place where I could share my passion for baking, my highs and lows as a PhD student, and any other thoughts that happened to be littering my mind at the moment.  

Pineapple Sorbet

My brain is sea of thoughts that never stops.  A jumble of emotions and ideas.  A mishmash of memories and inklings.  Organized thoughts are impossible, that’s what lists are for.  I write and erase and rewrite so that these posts are at least coherent, if not eloquent.  Some days it takes longer than others. 

Strawberry Rose Ice Cream

Summer is the season of love, wedding season.  My own wedding anniversary is coming up in August.  I can’t believe it’s been almost a year already.  And although a year of baking for my husband probably means I wouldn’t fit into my wedding dress anymore, it’s all been worth every second.