Blue Moon Ice Cream Recipe

One of my friends has been bugging me to make Blue Moon ice cream.  He even offered to pay me to do it.  I was totally willing, but I had no idea what Blue Moon ice cream is.  Apparently it’s something which is made only in the northern Midwest (which explains why I never encountered it).  I told him I’d make the ice cream figuring there had to be a good recipe online.  Well… it seems no one really knows what flavor Blue Moon is.  Some people say raspberry, some say pineapple, some say blue curacao and white crème de cacao.  It seems there are several dairies that make it and none of them have ever disclosed their secret ingredients.  Since my friend had specifically requested it, I asked him what flavor he was looking for.  He informed me that the worst Blue Moons are the fruitiest and his preference was for blue curacao (… which is fruity… he seemed to think it was an almond flavor, but that’s beside the point)  So knowing what I was looking for, I went looking for a recipe.

Every recipe on the internet for a blue curacao based Blue Moon involved buying vanilla ice cream from a store and folding in the liqueur.  Well anyone who knows me and my love of my ice cream maker knows I’m not going to do that.  So I had to come up with my own recipe from scratch.  Without knowing what my final product was supposed to taste like.  Knowing it had great emotional association for my friend.  Fun times!

Fortunately, it was deemed a rousing success.  I think my friend just about made himself sick on it he loved it so much.  In my continuing obsession with naming all my ice cream recipes after fictional characters this has been named alternately “Maddie Hayes Ice Cream” and “Mystique Ice Cream.”

About 5 cups of dairy product (combination of milk, half and half, and heavy cream.  I used 1 cup milk, 2 cups half and half and two cups heavy cream.  Ordinarily I use a higher ratio of milk, but I had less milk than I thought in the refrigerator)
1 cup sugar
2 tablespoons corn starch
1 tablespoon cream cheese (low fat is fine, fat free is a crime against nature)
2 ½ ounces blue curacao
1 ½ ounces white crème de cacao
1 tablespoon vanilla extract
Splash of almond extract

Set aside one cup of heavy cream (or half and half if you’re not using any heavy cream).  But three tablespoons (or so, no need to be precise here) in a separate bowl and mix with the corn starch.  Set to the side.  Put your remaining dairy product in a saucepan over moderate-low heat.  Once the milk mixture is warm, whisk in the sugar and stir till dissolved.  Meanwhile, whisk the cream cheese in a large bowl (or preferably a large liquid measure) until really soft.  Continue heating the milk mixture until lots of small bubbles form (not to boiling) and then add in the corn starch mixture.  Whisk frequently until the mixture is thickened (I’m very imprecise on this part and just go by the way it ripples when I stir—you want big soft waves not little ripples).  Pour into the bowl with the cream cheese and whisk quickly until the cream cheese is dissolved.

Mix the spirits and extracts together.  Allow the custard to cool somewhat then add in the spirits.  Then pour in the reserved cream until your total volume is six cups.  Put in the refrigerator and chill until cold.  Then freeze in your ice cream maker following the directions of your machine.  Put in the refrigerator until hard.

The amount of liquor in this means that it will never freeze really hard.  But it is fairly delicious.

I Got Nothing

Apologies to all, but I am suffering from Writer’s Block this evening.  And nothing is working.  As Kristy revealed in an earlier post, our general get-out-of-a-jam quick fix to this problem is to look at Wikipedia and check what historically interesting things happened on that particular day.  I am sad to report that while there were several interesting historic events on this date, I’m not actually inspired by any of them.

So, I moved on to more desperate tools:  The random prompt generators.   I have several of these bookmarked from a variety of creative writing websites, but the honest truth is, I’ve never actually used such a prompt.  Too many of them seem to want me to narrow a field.  “Name your favorite childhood show and talk about it.”  One?  Hey, my childhood spanned a considerable period (some might say it continues to this day), and my tastes changed.  I can’t pick just one show.  I mean, The Muppets, the Smurfs, Sesame Street, Ducktales, Animaniacs, Moonlighting…these all held the number one slot for amount of time.  Narrow it down.  Pfft.  Ask me to cut off my right arm, why don’t you? Same goes for picking that favorite song, book or whatever other single item I’m supposed to be perpetually obsessing over.

And if you don’t get a narrowing one, it’s something deep.  “Is the wind just the wind or a fight against souls” or some other bullshit.  Please.  I’m blocked from writing a blog post, not trying to discover the meaning of life.  It’s 9:30 at night and I have to get something mildly entertaining posted–I don’t have time for philosophy.  And if anyone is reading My TV, My Peanut Butter on the theory that this will lead them to enlightenment, well, I’m just not into perpetuating that sort of fraud.

Then there are the therapy questions.  “Name a time when you were truly betrayed.  Discuss.”  It’s like something Sweets would start out with in a counseling session for Booth and Bones–one they would promptly find an excuse to walk out of.  And I’m following.  I reveal the fact that I probably need some kind of therapy quite well without actually turning this into a psychologist’s sofa, thanks.  That’s what locked LiveJournal’s are for.

I even tried the picture prompt.  Oh, that was fun.  Not.  A picture of green leaves.   I don’t know what kind.  I would have tried to look that up, but I don’ t have that kind of time, not to mention I doubt anyone would really care to know.  I could have used a lot of adjectives.  Probably “verdant” or something, but I leave that sort of thing to the poets.  It’s not something that falls within my barely-literate scribblings here.

So, really, I’ve got nothing to post of any consequence.  Other than all of that I just blathered out above.

Hmmm.

Does this mean those prompt generators actually worked?

A Little Flashback TV Review Work

On a recent business trip I got stuck over-night in Goleta, California with nothing to do.  I wandered down to a little shopping center and wound up in a FYE store, perusing the used DVDs for something to watch on my laptop to kill time.  I was at a bit of a loss until a certain TV DVD box set I’ve thought of buying for awhile jumped out at me for under $20.

At the risk of putting a big, fat date-stamp on my forehead, allow me to state that I was a big fan of Moonlighting back in the day.  Not in re-runs.  First run, original airing.  Of course, I was pretty young.  Young enough that I’m kind of weirded out that my parents let me watch it back then.  Even my younger brother remembers how I used to love Moonlighting.  In fact when he started buying up the MacGyver DVDs, he mentioned that I needed Moonlighting so that our 80s primetime TV childhood would be complete.

So, here I sit, rediscovering memories of all kinds–memories of cars that used to be cool, rotary dial phones on walls (and NO cell phones), of Bruce Willis at what I still consider his coolest point ever, and that once upon a time I used to think I would have Maddie Hayes’s hair when I grew up.

Aside from a few rough moments in these first few episodes I’ve watched, this really was a pretty good show.  Not fantastic.  It still has some of the pathetic formulaic cheesiness of most 1980s TV.  Some of the action sequences are so hokey it’s painful (I swear in one episode Cybill Shepherd’s stunt double was a dude).  But, the dialog is actually pretty good:  snappy, fast paced and fairly witty.  Particularly good is the David Addison dialog, which comes with a side of whacky, and, of course, anyone remotely familiar with the show knows that Agnes DiPesto’s rhyming was one of the more memorable character traits ever.

The real review is yet to come–and will entail my procuring the remainder of the seasons–as I get to what Moonlighting is really known for these days:  its deadly syndrome.  I’m currently watching several TV shows which contain the key ingredients that lend themselves to the dreaded Moonlighting syndrome: a partnership with chemistry, antagonism and a will-they-won’t-they relationship.  Bones and Castle fans, you know how this goes.  The theory that actually putting that couple together spells total demise is the threat that has loomed over every show that’s come after Moonlighting.  But what I’m eager to find out is whether the doom is as inherent to the get together as is feared, or whether the people behind Moonlighting, for all the awesomeness they started out giving us, failed to make the situation work because of poor planning or writing.  Because, frankly, I’d like to see the syndrome debunked to open up the field for someone else to at least try to face the challenge of writing beyond the relationship coming together.  And this is a distinct possibility, given that a lot of the people I hear tossing out the fear-mongering term are people who weren’t even conceived when the show began in 1985–so are they even qualified to call the Moonlighting failure on another program when they never watched Moonlighting to start?  Is it really that David and Maddie got together (yeah, I know, I spoiled it, but as Kristy says, if it’s been out in the US for a year, you get no spoiler protection here), or was the problem an offshoot of schedule delays, a writer’s strike and issues with production that coincided to ruin it all?

And in the meantime, I can laugh at the cars, mock the phones, rock out to Al Jarreau (and occasionally Bruce Willis) and keep wishing I had Maddie Hayes’ hair, because, really people, this show?  It’s a just another slice of what made the 1980s an awesome decade.