Ginger Chip Ice Cream

‘Tis the season for gingerbread and pies, but why not make a ginger ice cream to go with that pie?  Ginger Ice Cream and Pumpkin Pie were long lost lovers, you know. You should reunite them.

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I read a lot of ice cream recipes–including several ginger recipes before concocting one that cooked the eggs but did not require 4 to 6 egg yolks (but what was I supposed to do with all those whites?). I mashed up Ben&Jerry’s vanilla (from a cookbook) with the ginger recipes from the Epicurious and David Lebovitz. I also took inspiration from a dairy free recipe.

 

Here goes:

Ginger White Chocolate Chip Ice Cream – by The Ravens Landing

2 eggs

½ c sugar

1/8 c honey

2 c heavy cream

1 c milk

1 tsp vanilla extract

3 in chunk of fresh ginger root, coarsely chopped or grated

2 T water

½ c crystalized ginger, chopped

½ c white chocolate, chopped

Preparation

In 3-qt saucepan cook ginger, water, sugar and honey over moderate heat stirring occasionally (5 minutes). Add half heavy cream and half milk and bring to a simmer.

Whisk eggs until fluffy.

Add eggs to the warm cream and ginger mixture and cook over a low heat, stirring constantly and scraping the bottom with a heat resistant spatula until the custard thickens enough to coat the spatula (or, to 170 degrees if you have a candy thermometer). Add the remaining milk and cream and the vanilla extract. Chill thoroughly. It will take at least 3 hours, but you’re better off if you can leave it for a day or a night. You can speed the process by putting it in an ice bath.

Now, you could just put it in the freezer. You will have ice cream, but it will be thick and hard. This isn’t bad, just depends on what you want from your ice cream.

Once the mixture is thoroughly cooled, put it in an ice cream maker according to the manufacturer’s instructions. While churning, add the crystallized ginger and the chopped white chocolate.

Voila.

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Jumping

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The Ham and Midas performing the same exercises I’ve been doing with Midas.

I originally thought that Midas bucking after fences was what caused his owner to fall off in the hunt field a few years ago. Now, after watching things unfold after I took a tumble at the jumper show, I think that the first fall was just because stuff happens. And I think that it freaked Midas out, and that is why he charges and bucks.

It’s like jumping becomes tearing off a band-aid–do it fast! And the buck is a precaution to stop the evil from landing on his withers.

It took a lot of schooling to be able to jump him reliably–he has athleticism in spades but expects the worst and his instincts tell him to believe he’s on his own. He’s a challenge to ride because you really do have to ride. But he’s so rewarding.

So we took all our practice at trotting combos like a pro and threw something really outside his comfort zone at him–new place, a course, and actual 2′ verticals which we really didn’t school over ever. At All. Prior to. My bad.

I’m pleased it took the verticals to cause him to revert 2 years back in training to believing the worst and that he’s on his own and he doesn’t know what to do. So he balked, rushed, and bucked. If I’d ridden better (the Great IF) and stayed on, we probably wouldn’t have this baggage about combinations.

Now he thinks “bad stuff happens when I jump, I KNEW IT” and I’m back to gently saying “No, it really doesn’t, don’t worry about it.”

First, stepping onto the grass where the jumps are got him all up and wired. Much walking onto the grass and walking of poles–under saddle, bareback, at liberty–now the grass isn’t a cue to panic.

Then we up the anti to trotting on the grass, trotting the poles and walking the half-built x rails. Also trotting the half built x-rails in hand (man, I need to wear running shoes to the barn).

I need him to sort out his own body–no rushing, take your time and do your thing. You got this. This is why I worked him in hand.

Then, in a riding lesson with my trainer, we incorporated trotting the poles, halting immediately after, then trotting the half built x-rails with a halt after.Repetition of this led to a horse willing to think about the poles, and think about the x-rails, and be ready and willing to halt immediately after.

We slowly added things: first the jump standards (one by one), then the other x-rail poles to finish it to a real x-rail. Each addition he reacted with less inclination to rush, but always he listened well. I should add that I hardly used my reins at all in this exercise–not even for halt. We’ve been working so hard on polishing up our leg and seat aids that I’m actually able to rely on them. Reins are finally relegated to their proper role as “just another aid” rather than “the aid we rely on most.”

So now we do a lot of this. A lot of “no really, you know how to use your feet, and I can ride it, you should listen to me, we’re a team.”

Then, then maybe we can add canter. Golly, what a thought. Rating the canter…we’ll get there.

Bareback practice

It’s fall, I should probably be taking advantage of the crisp air to throw a saddle on and do some hand galloping. But my gut, for some reason, has this deep obsession with bareback work and pushing toward bridlelessness.

We have also been doing some ground work with elevated poles–two in a row–to help with the two fences in a row gremlin. I unfortunately haven’t had a lot of ride time so I haven’t been able to tackle two fences under saddle.

But we’ve been making the most of it–lots of bareback work and lots of focus on steering with the seat and legs. You know our legs-only serpentines look quite respectable now. I even rode with my hands out like a…paper airplane…maintaining straightness without touching the reins at all (yay, he’s figured out that me letting go doesn’t mean “ignore everything she does”).

We’ve practice some at trot, I still can’t pick up the trot worth beans without reins (partly a mental block for me) but we can actually trot a potato chip relying almost entirely on legs. I’m pretty excited.

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The Emerald Horse

My grandmother passed away in early October. I’m still getting used to the idea that I can’t write to her anymore. We had a short, lovely little memorial service for her, afterwards a few of the family friends came back to the house with us and we ate cheese and crackers and drank pino grigio (some of Grandma’s favorite things) and celebrated her life.

Being an introvert, and a sad one at that, I eventually huddled up on the couch with my sketch pad and watercolor crayons to listen to the conversation swirling around me. Since horses are one of the few things (only thing?) I know well enough to draw without a reference, I drew a horse. I drew an emerald horse.

Green and blue like the sea and seaweed on the beaches Grandma loved so well.

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