So, my mother’s friend was visiting with us last week when he happened to mention something that really caught my attention. Ice cream bread. I was both sickened and oddly drawn to the idea.
Of course, I initially envisioned a soggy slab of bread swimming in a scoop of the melted swill, all messily encased in a bread pan and roughly shoved into the oven. Not the case. I began to investigate this curiosity, and I find that I have become semi-crazed with this new sensation.
Two ingredients. Two cups of ice cream and one and one-half cups of self-rising flour. That intrigues me. So does the fact that you can peruse the ice cream shelves, imagining the scents of endless varieties of flavors wafting from your oven.
I have, in one week, tried Hagen Daaz’s Pineapple Coconut and their Artisan Chocolate Caramelized Oat, and Ben and Jerry’s Chunky Monkey, to which I added a pinch of salt and a handful of mini-chocolate chips. Pretty sure I am still licking my lips over that one.
The way I look at it, I have a couple of options. Either I hit it big cranking out these oddly intriguing little loaves of curious flavors, or I could end of looking like one the 1970’s SNL characters from the big-butted Widette family.
Have you tried ice cream bread yet?