The Emperor Of Ice Cream
Let be be finale of seem.
The only emperor is the emperor of ice-cream.
—Wallace Stevens, The Emperor of Ice Cream (Harmonium 1922)
I bought an ice-cream maker the other day. I was actually shopping for a food processor but I saw this gleaming, burnished-steel ice-cream maker, fashioned by cunning Italians (who know about ice-cream) and couldn’t resist. I’d made ice-cream years ago and I recall it being a tedious, time-consuming hand-cranked business: this baby does all the work for you, leaving your imagination free rein.
As is always the case, I tend to get a bit carried away with new enthusiasms and I now have a chest freezer bursting at the seams with ice-cream: coffee, chocolate and hazelnut; rum, dates & toffee; fresh mango & raspberry swirl; Bailey’s, strawberry and bitter chocolate; fresh peaches, brandy & almonds; and many more. I must have made damn near 20 gallons of the stuff. Oh, well…you can never have too much ice-cream.
I don’t have much of a sweet-tooth but I do like ice-cream; there’s something about the combination of cold, flavours and emollient smoothness as it slides down your gullet that pleases me.
Suggestions for ice-cream flavours and combinations, please…and verse about desserts.