Dairy Free Pumpkin Ice Cream

Mrs. H blogged about pumpkins , and got me to thinking.  We’ve had a couple of pumpkin pies, and I’ve made pumpkin soup from the pumpkins I roasted and froze last fall.  Why not ice cream?

David Lebovitz, the author of the Most Dangerous Cookbook Ever, The Perfect Scoop, has on his blog a recipe for pumpkin ice cream.  I’ve adapted his recipe, which is an adaptation of Karen DeMasco’s.

The Moose is unable to have dairy, so I periodically make ice cream for him using coconut and almond milks.  You could subsitute cream and milk for the non-dairy milks in this recipe… but I’d suggest using Lebovitz’s stove-top directions.  You might just make butter if you use the Vitamix.  I haven’t tested this…

At first, I was hesitant to make pumpkin ice cream since it calls for first making an egg yolk custard.  Inspiration hit when I was discussing the joys of owning a Vitamix with Mrs. M, who came over and helped me organize the pantry just off the kitchen.  The Vitamix spins so fast that you can cook soup in it.  Why not custard?

So I decided to give it a whirl.  (Pun intended)

First, I added the coconut milk and almond milk, the white sugar, plus all the spices and the salt.  I blended them on high until they reached 140°.  Since the purpose of getting the milk/cream hot is to infuse the spices, and I was blending them all together, I figured this would be close enough.  If I really wanted to make the spice flavors pop, I’d fry them in a little coconut oil on the stove for 30 seconds.  I’m lazy; what can I say?

1 in blender

After the milk mixture was steaming, I took the center out of the lid while the blender was running on low and poured the egg yolks in, one at a time.  I also added the brown sugar.  Then I replaced the lid piece and cranked the whole thing back up on high.  It took about 8 minutes or so to reach 170°, the upper end of the range that Lebovitz recommends for making sure the yolks are cooked.

It was at this point that I realized that I didn’t have room in the blender for the pumpkin.  Lebovitz’s recipe is for a one-quart machine.  Mine’s a 2-quart, and I had a double-batch worth of pumpkin and egg yolks.  (Mr. Caffeinated’s been doing angel food cake experiments again.)  I doubled everything except the sugar, and it was plenty sweet.

I recruited help in pouring two of the seven cups of custard through a strainer (to catch any cooked egg white) and added the pumpkin, vanilla and rum to the blender.  Once this was fully combined, Mr. Caffeinated poured the contents through a strainer and combined it with the first two cups of custard.

2 straining

The whole batch went in the fridge overnight.

We put it through the ice cream maker today.  When it reached the consistency of soft serve, it went into the freezer to continue hardening.

3 into ice cream maker

The kids were all outside playing when we decided to do a taste test.  I don’t know about anyone else’s children, but mine are equipped with some sort of über-sensitive special detection equipment that tells them when we’re about to eat something containing sugar, so of course they all came plowing in the door just as we sat down to take a taste.

I tried to convince them that Pumpkin Ice Cream is an adult flavor.  Kids couldn’t like it.  It contains (a) no chocolate, and (b) pumpkin, which is a vegetable.

They didn’t buy it.

Good thing we made a double batch…

4 ice cream

Pumpkin Ice Cream
Makes about 2 quarts

Inspired by David Lebovitz’s recipe, adapted from The Craft of Baking by Karen DeMasco & Mindy Fox

If using canned pumpkin, make sure to find one that’s 100% pumpkin. Often you’ll find cans of Pumpkin Pie Filling, which usually has spices and sweetener already added.

Press the mixture through a fine mesh strainer before freezing, as directed. Pumpkin can be slightly grainy and straining the custard is a good idea to help smooth it out.

1 can (13.5 oz.) coconut milk (I use Native Forest Organic Coconut Milk.  The brand makes a BIG difference!  Chakoah coconut milk makes great Thai food, but lousy sweets.)

6 ½ oz. almond milk  (you could use more coconut milk; I just didn’t want to open another can)

½ c. sugar
1 teaspoon ground ginger
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon freshly-ground nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon salt
10 large egg yolks
1/4 cup packed dark brown sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
optional: 2 teaspoons Grand Marnier, rum or brandy (keeps it from freezing into a solid rock)
2 cups pumpkin puree

  1. Pour milks, sugar, spices and salt into Vitamix.  Blend on high until it gets hot; no hotter than 170°.  (I stopped at 140°.  Check temp with a cooking thermometer; I used my Thermapen.)
  2. Turn blender to medium/low, and remove center from lid.
  3. Pour egg yolks through the lid while blender is still going.  Add brown sugar as well.
  4. Replace lid cap, and crank it up to the highest speed.  Take temperature periodically till mixture reaches 160 – 170°.
  5. Pour a couple of cups of custard through a fine mesh sieve into a large mixing bowl.
  6. Add pumpkin, vanilla and liquor (if using) to the rest of the custard still in the blender.
  7. Blend just enough to combine thoroughly.
  8. Pour through sieve into the mixing bowl with the rest of the custard.  Stir briefly to combine.
  9. Cover and refrigerate overnight or until completely chilled.
  10. Freeze in your ice cream maker according to the manufacturer’s instructions.
  11. Lock the kids out of the house before sampling.  Label container “Pumpkin Tofu” or something similar if you want to have more than just one serving for yourself.
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I love my neighbors

We have been so very, very blessed with awesome neighbors.

Mr. Caffienated and I grew up in the country, so we remember having neighbors that occasionally helped or that we could go help.  But we then we moved to the city (ack! phht!) for 20 years (I’m including college), and it is just Not The Same.

Since we’ve moved out to our new digs, we have been delighted and overwhelmed by how great these people are that live nearby.

One neighbor graded our driveway with his tractor and blade when the ruts got so deep that I couldn’t stand to ride over it because it caused such awful contractions.  The same neighbor offered to haul the five tons of pellets that we purchased for our stoves this winter on his flatbed truck.  Mr. Caffeinated felt like it would be imposing too much – this neighbor’s done us a couple other favors already.  The same neighbor caught him making multiple trips with our van-and-trailer and let him know that “I really did mean it – call me next time!”

Another neighbor loaned us work lights and water and containers when we accidentally broke our water main.  He would’ve given us the parts to fix it and fixed it, too, but Mr. Caffeinated and his dad were on it.

A third neighbor drove his excavator over and buried a goat for us when we had one die unexpectedly.

Neighbors with horses let our kids pet them and feed them.  We have neighbors with children that ours have old-fashioned play-times with.  Not this generation’s ‘playdate’ closely supervised by helicopter moms, but the kind where the kids tell the parents whose place they’ll be at, we set a time for them to be back by, and they all disappear into the woods for hours to build forts and chase garter snakes.

We’ve been able to ask all kinds of questions about how to handle all sorts of things that we never ran into living in the city or on the dry side of the state, and our neighbors not only generally have the answers, but are happy to share them.

We plan to go help our neighbors butcher chickens this summer.  We don’t know how to put up electric fences very well, or wrangle cows, but we do know how to do poultry!

We met another set of neighbors a couple of weeks ago.  I’d found a dresser on craigslist, and the guy I bought it from was doing some remodel work at another neighbor’s house – whom we hadn’t yet met. He introduced all of us – and they came over for some chainsawing fun last week!  I gave them bread and pickles; the wife (who does ceramics) gave me two beautiful bottles that she’d melted in her kiln, and turned into a spoon rest and a serving dish.

We have many wonderful friends that live in town, and we do lots of fun and crazy stuff with them as well.  But… if I need to know how to put up a gate, or how much lime to spread on an acre, or where to buy a hog or hay… I’m going to call my neighbors.  I just hope that when they need a jar of applesauce, or freezer space for making a ton of ice, or a hand with some project, that they’ll call us.

This country life… I’m loving it.

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Oven-Smoked Pulled Pork

What could be better for a firewood party than barbeque pork?

For our party, I thawed out a couple of big pieces of pork from the hog we butchered.  I adapted a recipe for Oven Smoked Ribs from Cooks Illustrated.

I rubbed the raw meat with this:

Two parts each:  brown sugar, paprika and salt
One part: black pepper

… and then let it set overnight in the fridge.

The next day, I popped it in the freezer for an hour while preheating the oven and my pizza stone to 500°.

I took a rimmed cookie sheet, lined it with foil, and sprinkled it with a ½ c. lapsang souchong tea that I’d pulverized in the coffee grinder.

The meat sat on the wire rack insert, and then the whole shebang was wrapped in foil.

When the pizza stone was good and hot, I sat the cookie sheet directly on the stone and set the timer for 45 minutes.

pork baking

Here’s what it looked like when it came out of the oven:

pork set up

After 45 minutes, I took the meat out, put it in my turkey roaster and poured in a quart of apple cider and a cup of brewed lapsang souchong tea.  I set the temperature at 225° and let it cook for about six hours.

pork in roaster oven

I could have just added the apple cider to the cookie sheet and turned the oven down, rewrapped the meat and let it bake in there, but I needed the oven for other things.

Once the meat started falling apart, I recruited Mr. Caffeinated to pull it off the bone and put it in an aluminum tray for me.  We mixed in some barbeque sauce and some of the juices from the roaster, and served it up for lunch.

pulled pork

photo by Marci Cheesebrough, http://www.shutterpated.com

We ended up with leftovers; we only ate 1/3 of what I’d prepared!  That cut made a LOT of meat: three of those trays, full. So, I froze it and we’ll be having it again this Saturday.

I’m looking forward to the day we can raise and butcher our own hogs.  This one was from Douglas Farms in Selah, WA.  They raise good meat.

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Happy Wood

smiley log

I love a cheerful log.

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A Girl and her Excavator

Rosebud is learning new things, adding to her repertoire of valuable life skills.

Nobody said that these had to be traditional life skills for girls.

 Rosebud and Dad on excavator. 3jpg

As Pete says – “We sweat.  Hydraulics don’t.  So make them do the lifting.”

Rosebud and Dad on excavator

It really is her doing the work there.

Rosebud and Dad on excavator 2

Daddy is hands-free!

Look how responsible they are… picking up a discarded paper plate and taking it to the fire pit.

paper plate to the fire pit

You need hydraulics for that??

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Baby plus blanket

My previous post was a bit heavy-duty.  Today, I offer up instead:  Cute baby pictures!

Junior was given a beautiful, hand-made quilt by Mrs. A from church.  I think it’s fair to say that they’re both awfully cute.

wide eyed

“I see that camera, Mama.  You can put it down and feed me anytime.”

hi

The ever popular post-feeding smirk:

smirkThe more, the merrier!

Or, “Wait – I think this thing has exceeded maximum carrying capacity!”

with sibs

It’s all in your perspective.

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Philosophy bomb on modern healthcare

I picked up a book at the library a week ago that I find equally inspiring, edifying and appalling.  If you haven’t read “The Art of the Commonplace” by Wendell Berry, I highly recommend it.

I’m finding it necessary to take it in small bites.  This is deep philosophy.  I find it rich and fertile ground for mental growth, and I’m having to stop often and mull over his thoughts.

I would describe Mr. Berry as a Christian agrarian conservative ecological philosopher.  Or something like.  If you like what Joel Salatin has to say, you’d probably like Wendell Berry, too.

Given my recent experiences in the hospital, I was particularly struck by what Mr. Berry had to say about modern healthcare.  Being a social type, I thought I’d share it with you.

The modern hospital, where most of us receive our strictest lessons in the nature of industrial medicine, undoubtedly does well at surgery and other procedures that permit the body and its parts to be treated as separate things.  But when you try to think of it as a place of healing – or reconnecting and making whole – then the hospital reveals the disarray of the medical industry’s thinking about health.

In healing, the body is restored to itself, it beings to live again by its own powers and instincts, to the extent that it can do so.”  [Mr. Berry speaks elsewhere about God’s creation and how we are fearfully and wonderfully made.]  “To the extent that it can do so, it goes free of drugs and mechanical helps.  Its appetites return. It relishes food and rest.  The patient is restored to family and friends, home and community and work.

This process has certain naturalness and inevitability, like that by which as child grows up, but industrial medicine seems to grasp it only tentatively and awkwardly.  For example, any person would assume that a place of healing would put a premium upon rest, but hospitals are notoriously difficult to sleep in.  They are noisy all night, and the routine interventions go on relentlessly.  The body is treated as a machine that does not need to rest.

You would think also that a place dedicated to healing and health would make much of food.  But here is where the disconnections of the industrial system and the displacement of industrial humanity are most radical… aside from our own mortal involvements; food is our most fundamental connection to [the cycle of birth, growth, maturity, death and decay].  But probably most of the complaints you hear about hospitals have to do with the food, which, according to the testimony I have heard, tends to range from unappetizing to sickening.  Food is treated as another unpleasant substance to inject.  And this is a shame.  For in addition to the obvious nutritional link between food and health, food can be a pleasure.  People who are sick are often troubled or depressed, and mealtimes offer three opportunities a day when patients could easily be offered something to look forward to.  Nothing is more pleasing or heartening than a plate of nourishing, tasty, beautiful food artfully and lovingly prepared.  Anything less is unhealthy, as well as a desecration.

Why should rest and food and ecological health not be the basic principles of our art and science of healing?  Is it because the basic principles already are technology and drugs?  Are we confronting some fundamental incompatibility between mechanical efficiency and organic health?  I don’t know.  I only know that sleeping in a hospital is like sleeping in a factory and that the medical industry makes only the most tenuous connection between health and food and no connection between health and the soil.  Industrial medicine is as little interested in ecological health as is industrial agriculture.

I’m very struck by this.  The only houses of healing that I am aware of, where patients may be admitted and tended are all solely for childbearing.  There are no holistic-care hospitals that follow the principles outlined above.  I and the children see a naturopath for most of our health needs, and that care is radically different – and better – than what we receive elsewhere.  If I’d had the option of going to a Christ-centered, holistic-care, naturopathically-minded house of healing for my medically-necessary c-sections, I’d have been there in a heartbeat.

I don’t have much in the way of answers.  But I thought I’d put it all out there for you to ponder as well.

Blessings and good health.

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