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Food Friday and some more hand work

My youngest went shopping with me at Costco. We discovered a package, about the right size to be an overnight bag for a toddler of pizzelle, Italian waffle cookies. They were both kosher and parev and cost less than two subway rides.

As we looked at the pizzelle we both had the same thought, ice-cream sandwiches. Perhaps we have both had our brains addled by watching too many of those food videos that show up on our Facebook feeds. We knew that this would be a time-consuming operation, so I decided to make the main part of our meal simple to prepare.

Our chicken was well rubbed with this mix of spices.
It's a mix of dry mustard, turmeric, cinnamon, hot paprika, regular paprika and black pepper.

My son-in-law is allergic to potatoes. He and my daughter won't be joining us this Shabbat. I cooked the chicken over a bed of tiny potatoes.
After everything was cooked I pulled out the potatoes and added a couple of diced tomatoes and some cider vinegar to the potatoes.
Our guests are bringing the salad.  Now my son and I could focus on our big dessert project.

I made a ginger citrus custard using coconut oil as the fat, potato starch as the starch and lots of freshly grated ginger, clementine rind and juice and when that seemed a bit too pallid in taste we added the juice of a lime. Yes we also added sugar, just over a cup and two cups of water to the mix and simmered until it boiled and then added some of the fancy vanilla my daughter brought us from Mexico.

We put the mixture into the ice cream maker and set that to churn. We then turned the mixture out into a plastic container that we put into the freezer for a couple of hours.

My son set out pizzelle onto parchment paper on the kitchen table. I used a zip-lock bag as a pastry bag --I trimmed off a corner. I put a dollop of ice cream onto each pizzelle, my son topped each one with another pizzelle, stacked them, wrapped them up tightly and put them in the freezer.
We didn't have quite enough so I went out and got chocolate parev ice cream and we made a few more ice cream sandwiches.  Frankly, it seems like it was a whole lot of work for not such an impressive result.

My son and I discussed several ways we could accomplish something similar in a less annoying way. We both felt that baking a cake from scratch would have been less work. Maybe a sponge cake filled with ice cream would be the way to go next time.

I have been working away on A's atara.  I bound the atara with the blue silk I had block printed and felt that it needed a bit more.

So I am hand couching silver yarn to the atara.


Shabbat Shalom!

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