There was that one, brief moment of clarity, when I thought of just buying an ice-cream cake. For years, smart mothers had been heading to neighborhood Carvel stores for perfectly pre-portioned, reasonably priced, decorative, theme inspired— cakes. But OH NO, not me. I mean, how hard could it be, I reasoned? What would my grandmother have done? This would be more individual, I decided! I could tailor make the cake to be exactly what my son dreamed of when he dreamed of ice-cream (which was nightly).
I only had one mishap because I rushed too fast to soften the final layer of Vanilla ice-cream (hiking my paddle up to high speed, reasoning somehow that it would soften quicker, not caterpault around the room) and my kitchen ended up an exploded milky lactose disaster (which might also have had something to do with my dated $35 dollar mixmaster, that I found in a yard sale in Chelsea). But other than that, making an ice-cream cake is not hard at all, in fact, it’s super easy! Just tell that to my floorboards that I’ll be picking pale dairy flecks out of for years to come. But seriously, you just need time, a little patience, some level space in your freezer and a good ice-cream brand that you love. Done!
1 Spring Form Pan (9×3 inch or 23 x 8 cm)
4 x tubs of 22 oz ice-cream, in different flavors. I used ice-cream from il laboratorio del gelato.
One bar of chocolate. I used Mast Brothers chocolate and specifically their Stumptown Coffee bar that has coffee beans crushed into the chocolate.
1 small carton of heavy cream —whipped
Bag of Australian Banana candy or other candy, fresh or dried fruit topping.
FOR THE MERINGUE:
6 egg whites, separated from their yolks while cold, then bought to room temperature before beating.
1 and a half cups of fine white sugar.
1 and a half tablespoons of cornflour
2 teaspoons of distilled white vinegar
Lopsided, slightly melted, (not remotely Carvel perfect) with the meringue a tiny bit overcooked, and when I put the Banana candy in I wondered if it looked like an alien (or me on a bad hair day). But was there any left? Nope, and was my son so thrilled that he did the happy ice-cream dance? Yes. So in the end, what else really matters?