Pistachio Ice Cream

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My husband is on vacation, and my family is trickling into town over this week and next. With the extra help around the house I’ve been able to stay in the kitchen more and tackle a few recipes I’ve been itching to try.

High on the kitchen to-do list are new ice cream recipes. What better way to ring in summer than with a fat scoop of homemade ice cream? I hope to have a few flavors in stock by the time everyone is here for a Fourth of July BBQ.
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Since Pistachios are a pantry staple in my kitchen, it was only natural that I try out a Pistachio Ice Cream. This ice cream gets its nutty flavor from the almond extract and the lightly salted pistachios. I’d love to serve it over a hot white chocolate chip cookie, or even on my favorite Strawberry Galette.20130627-IMG_5680

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Ingredients:

1 1/3 cups 2% milk

1 1/8 cups granulated sugar

3 cups half & half

1 1/2 teaspoon pure vanilla extract

1 teaspoon pure almond extract

1 1/2 cups shelled pistachios, roughly chopped (use lightly salted)

1/4 teaspoon xanthan gum (optional)

Instructions: 

Pulse the pistachios a few times in a food processor using the chop function, or chop manually.

Using whisk attachment on mixer, mix milk and granulated sugar on low until dissolved, about 1-2 minutes. Stir in the half & half, vanilla and almond extracts.

Pour into ice cream maker and let mix until thickened, about 20-25 minutes. During the last 5 minutes, add the pistachios slowly. Serve immediately for a soft serve style treat, or freeze in an airtight container about two hours for a firmer blend.

Notes:

Xanthan gum is used in this recipe to keep the ice cream from getting icy overnight in the freezer. It will probably make its way into all of my ice cream recipes because I use 2% milk instead of whole. It’s optional, but it seems to do the trick.

Recipe adapted from Cuisinart.

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Portland[ia] – Revisited

Portland, OR | Yea Yea PuebloLast year when we visited Portland, OR, I was in the throe[up]s of my first trimester of pregnancy with Margot. I was horribly repulsed by the smell of any fragrant foods, and the last thing I wanted was a hot lunch on a hot day from a food truck. It was a missed opportunity, that wasn’t really missed at the time. Portland, OR | Yea Yea PuebloThis time around, even with baby in tote, I was not going to pass on some of Portland’s famous grub on the go. My Chicken Pesto sandwich and side salad was quickly and deliciously prepared, and tasted more artisanal than food from most sit-down restaurants.

I wish I had pictures to share, but I don’t. As soon as the food was placed into my hands, it was devoured. Sorry, not sorry. I think my husband, sister-in-law and I shouldn’t have skipped breakfast. Maybe then we could have savored lunch a little more. At least we didn’t miss a great opportunity to celebrate Donut day with a trip to VooDoo Doughnuts!

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We also happened upon an estate sale in a (mini) mansion near Forest Park. The three story home, with epic views of a lush valley below, contained mod furniture for sale, top of the line gym equipment and a closet full of designer clothes–nearly all in my (current) size. I picked up a pair of designer jeans that seemed to be sent from God to fit my awkward post-pregnancy body.

Lucky, lucky, lucky.

The weather, food, sights and sounds were all agreeable in Portland; but most things are when you aren’t thirteen weeks pregnant.
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Still Life

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Resistance is futile; when flowers collect in vases under my roof my camera comes out and the shutter clicks like the baseball card in the bicycle wheel spokes of a pre-teen.

Flowers are an optical playground; exposure, saturation and aperture all waltz around one another, creating almost audible images. I love it. And so I share, once again, a ton of photos without purpose. Reds & Oranges | Yea Yea PuebloPink Peonies | Yea Yea PuebloReds & Oranges | Yea Yea PuebloPink Peonies | Yea Yea PuebloPink Peonies | Yea Yea PuebloReds & Oranges | Yea Yea Pueblo