I haven’t posted on here for a while. Mainly because my life is at somewhat of a standstill, with no job to speak of.
My ice cream maker did arrive though, which was pretty fucking cool. I made vanilla ice cream with crushed Dime bars in it and it was the sex. Duncan spent a little while gazing at it saying ‘I can’t believe you made this from scratch’ which made me happy, not least because he doesn’t even like vanilla ice cream. So yes, I am incredible.
That picture was on Google image search when I searched for ice cream. It’s no wonder he’s looking so upset - Nobbly Bobblys are revolting.
However, what they don’t tell you on ebay when you’re buying hugely underpriced ice cream makers is how much bloody effort goes in just to make it. Not only do you have to make what is essentially vanilla custard, which is difficult enough, you then have to chill it to 8 degrees before even putting it in the ice cream maker. This is all after having to chill the bowl for at least 24 hours beforehand. I thought these things were meant to make life easier, not make me waste an entire day fannying about making desserts. Although I suppose saying the day was wasted is a bit strong - it’s not like I had anything important to do.
Also, my Be-Ro book came, which was very pleasing. I don’t trust any book as much as I do that one for baking. It was only £1.50 with p&p as well, which I think I’ve mentioned before but am still very chuffed about.
I really should stop procrastinating and actually apply for some jobs now. I’m applying for one at shoe-shop.com. I’m hoping I’ll get free trainers. That would be nice.
Don’t forget to save me some, seeing as though I helped make it!
I bet you didn’t tell Duncan that did you? You wanted all the glory for yourself you greedy shit!
Next time I come round to your house can we make something out of the Be-Ro book? It’s been ages since we did something like that
I don’t remember Nobbly Bobblys. I guess we were too poor to afford them, hence a childhood full of screwballs.
As we are all aware, confectionery has gone severley down-hill since we were kids. I wonder what shit the ice-cream vans sell these days?
I imagine you can still get Screwballs, but instead of there being a ball of ‘chuddy‘ in the bottom, there’s probably a ‘teenth or something…
Congratulations on your wonderful purchase of a Be-Ro book. You will now be Godlike in the kitchen (although i think you were pretty dam close before). Sorry i’ve just started to read your blog last week, hope ya don’t mind.
Also back in Sunderland you could buy fags from ice cream vans, yummy. Ah the days when i could smoke!!!
Fags from ice cream vans?! That’s incredible. I wish they did door-to-door cigs around here.
Ah Jennie… The sheltered life you used to live! I thought it was pretty much a given that ice-cream vans sold fags…
Hey Emma!
It is very convenient to be supplied an icecream and also fags in one fowl swoop. Dam good time management i would say.
Hi Jonic
It’s as much a masterpiece of time management as it is a massive ethical discrepancy.