Warning: it’s gritty. I did not take the advice from the Epicuious recipe I based this variation off of and expel the custard mixture of basil leaves with a “fine mesh strainer” before churning it into ice cream. That would have been more, well, refined. But then, aren’t home-cooked specialties supposed to be a little gritty? I should call this one Brooklyn Basil Lemon ice cream. That said, it still tastes phenomenally good: 100% pure basil refreshment, with just a little tang of lemon. I don’t understand why folks aren’t putting basil in their ice cream every day now. Throw in tomatoes too, why not? Make a Caprese-themed ice cream with some nutty buffalo mozzarella slushed along with cold cream. What about basil mint ice cream, or basil chip? Basil frozen yogurt. Basil. Basil. Basil.
steeping the milk
If I’m basil-ing you out right now it’s only because I’ve been admiring my windowsill basil plant for the last two weeks. It’s fragrant, and its silky leaves capture sunlight with the translucency of a butterfly’s wing in the mornings, when the sun pours in from the windowsill where it sits. Which happens to be where I like to sit on mornings, especially weekends, with a magazine and coffee.
sugar and cholesterol, two essential food groups
Since the leaves aren’t exactly tough, I didn’t see the need to strain the ground-up basil bits from this ice cream batch. Therefore, this ice cream has a slightly grainy mouthfeel that I sense is not ideal. It’s aggravated tenfold by the use of lemon zest, tiny granules that I tossed in without thinking too much about the consequences. These do not soften up with any more ease than the basil leaves. If anything, I would just leave out the lemon zest next time and skip the straining step again.
But still. this flavor is wonderful — herbal and fruity at the same time. A tea-like infusion of basil with sweetened milk and a squirt of lemon. Because I didn’t want the lemon juice to curdle anything, and because it always tastes better when it’s added at the last minute to anything, I squeezed half a lemon into the ice cream while it was halfway into its churning cycle. Fresh flavor like this is hard to come by in purchased ice creams, without paying a hefty price at a fancy restaurant perhaps. It might not be as rich as Haagen-Dazs too, but I made it that way intentionally (bikini season’s coming up).
the last few churns
I was motivated to make this ice cream mostly for my friend Karol, as a long overdue response to a request she made when I first got an ice cream maker. Now, I really just want to eat it alone, perched at my windowsill, those mornings with coffee and reading. When I look outside, I have a view of the street. It’s a tall view, from the fifth floor, and I can see the tops of three-storied brick buildings lined up in neat ridges for three streets ahead. I’ll watch the posse across the street chatting on their stoop when it’s nice out, hear the occasional car with the loud stereo pass by, or the little girl downstairs always scraping around on a skateboard. With a taste of the wayward plant being nurtured from this window fresh on my tongue, I’ll soak in some of the day. It’s gritty here. It totally works.
my windowsill to the world
Basil Lemon Ice Cream
(makes about 1 1/2 quarts)
1 cup heavy cream
3 cups whole milk
4 egg yolks
2/3 cups sugar
1 bunch basil, stems trimmed and coarsely torn
zest of 1 lemon (zested as finely as you please)
juice of half a lemon pinch of salt
Bring milk, cream, basil, zest, salt and 1/3 cup of the sugar almost to a boil in a medium-large saucepan, but do not boil (this is commonly referred to as “scalding”), stirring. Remove from heat, cover pot and let steep for 30 minutes. Transfer in batches to a blender and puree until the basil is finely ground, about 2 minutes.
In the meantime, beat the egg yolks with the rest of the sugar in a large bowl until pale and fluffy, about 1 minute. Gradually pour in the warm milk mixture, adding just a tiny bit at first and stirring constantly. When it’s thoroughly blended, transfer mixture back to the pot. Cook on medium, stirring constantly with a wooden spoon, for about 4-6 minutes or until mixture is thick enough to coat the back of a metal spoon. Do not let it boil. Remove from heat. Transfer to a cool, covered pot and let cool completely in a refrigerator at least 2 hours. Or, to hasten the cooling process, place the new container inside a large bucket or pot of ice water. Once mixture is relatively cold, pour into an ice cream maker and follow the machine’s instructions for duration. Roughly halfway through the churning process, pour in the lemon juice. Transfer to an air-tight container and freezer 1-2 hours before serving to “ripen” the ice cream.
Cost Calculator (for about 1 quart of ice cream)
3 cups milk (at $4.50/half gallon): $1.60
2/3 cups sugar: $0.35
1 cup cream: $1.09
4 egg yolks (at $3.29/dozen): $0.55
1 bunch basil: $1.50
zest and juice of 1 lemon: $0.33
Total: $5.42 (better than two scoops at a parlor)
Eight brownie points: Ice cream is ice cream. Which means, it’s not healthy. Even though this one has fresh basil, which actually packs a good deal of vitamins commonly found in leafy greens, and even though it has plenty of calcium and a microscopic bit of lemon juice Vitamin C, it’d be downright irresponsible to say, go ahead and gorge on this to get your nutrients. I’m not saying I wouldn’t do it myself, though.
Three maple leaves: Not looking too good. Alright, so here’s the scoop: milk and egg prices, like all groceries, are rising right now. But the intensity of the rise doesn’t look like it’s quite caught on to organic products; placed side by side at the store, they’re now closer in price than I can ever remember them being. So, what a good reason to go ahead and buy the cage-free eggs, or the organic milk? That’s what I did. Anyway, the rest of the recipe — basil and lemon — are not quite local. I do have a basil plant, which I got from the Farmers’ Market, but it’s a tiny, precious young thing still so I had to buy an extra bunch from a market which was probably shipped in from a warmer part of the country, like the lemon.