I made us ice cream! In November.
Okay. Lying. I made me ice cream. But in turn, it comes out to be your ice cream. It’s just how we do things here.
Today I turn 31 years old and I’m sort of… confused? Like what? When I see the number 31 I just start laughing and think “I’m not 31!” That’s not me! No, seriously. It’s happened multiple times already.
The good news is that I almost sat down with a glass of wine to write this blog post but instead, sat down with a bowl of this ice cream. So apparently the idea of 31 is not driving me to drink.
The bad news is that I sat down with a bowl of this ice cream. At midnight.
If I was super creative, prepared and cleverly wordy enough, I could do one of those fun posts about the 31 things I’ve learned in my life or the 31 things that I hope to do this year or the 31 things that you should never, ever do. (one of them probably including eating ice cream at midnight at the age of 31.)
I could tell you what I consider to be really good secrets, things like work harder than everyone else and accept constructive criticism up until the point where it comprises who you really are inside. Things that sound totally awesome and might blow up the internets and while completely pertaining to me and my real life, still don’t really get across the point of… being myself.
Instead! I’m going to do one of those fun posts about how while cookies and cream ice cream is okay, I really get all hot and bothered over chocolate chip cookies and cream ice cream.
Just kidding. About the fun post part.
Not kidding about the chocolate chip cookies and cream ice cream.
I don’t think it’s any secret that I spend a good chunk of time in the past, not necessarily in a bad way, but just because I am this weird nostalgic person who for some reason thinks she is 67 years old inside. It’s like I’ve aged myself in dog years.
For real, the only thing I want 31 to bring me is more of a focus on living right now and all that jazz. Sure, it sounds disgustingly cliché, but it’s so very true. I mean, have you ever sat there and thought of the expression “living in the moment?” When you really think about it, man… it’s deep. I kinda want to make every second count.
Every bacon-eating second, heck – even every spinach eating second. (well, maybe.)
I just want to live and enjoy every single minute and love everything I do and be happy and help others and buy more neon blue leopard print pillows for our not-matching couch to drive my husband insane. (I might have just done that.)
I just want to show you this ice cream that I can’t stop taking spoonfuls of from the freezer and talk to my invisible internet friends every day and only instagram things when my life seems really fun. Except I want it to be really fun. All the time!
Starting with this ice cream. Do it.
2 1/2 cups heavy cream
1 1/2 cups whole milk
3/4 cup granulated sugar
3/4 cup pumpkin puree
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice
1/4 teaspoon salt
8 baked chocolate chip cookies, crushed
1 1/2 cups marshmallow fluff
Add the cream, milk, sugar, pumpkin puree, vanilla extract, pie spice and salt to a saucepan over medium heat. Stir constantly until the sugar dissolves and the mixture is combined, making sure not to let it stick to the bottom. Continue to heat until the mixture becomes warm and begins to bubble around the edges. Remove from heat, add the mixture to a bowl and refrigerate until cold, at least 30 to 60 minutes.
Once it's cold, add the mixture to your ice cream maker and churn according to directions. A few minutes before it's finished churning, add in 1 cup of marshmallow fluff and half of the cookies in a few increments. Once it's finished churning, scoop the ice cream into a freezer-safe container. Stir in the remaining cookies and marshmallow, then freeze for at least 4 to 6 hours. Let sit for a few minutes before serving so the ice cream can soften.
[someone ate all of the bowls.]