I know I should have given you fair warning, but I’m just now getting around to reminding you that today is National Ice Cream Day. I, of course, planned ahead and bought a pint of Haagen Dasz Reserve (I take my National Days of Observation very seriously, folks.) Instead of going with my usual ambrosia (Fleur de Sel Caramel) I figured I’d follow my girl Tiffany’s recommendation (her husband works for Dreyer’s/HaagenDasz so she’s tried everything) and buy this:
Having lived in Oregon for many years I’ve had my fair share of hazelnuts (or filberts, if you would rather call them by a much uglier name. Although “filbert” is the more proper traditional term. “Hazelnut” has always been considered the more commercial name.) BTW, Oregon produces 98% of the U.S. hazelnut crop. Our first house had a big hazelnut orchard right outside the front door and we used to walk our dog among the tidy trees.
Anyhoo, hazelnuts are fine, but I’m over them. Every European or fancy chocolate features hazelnuts. (No lowly macadamias or cashews for the fancy crowd.) Even Nutella has become tiresome to me. But as I said, I trust Tiffany, and this caramelized hazlenut ice cream was right on. Especially the caramelized hazlenuts. If I could I would caramelize all my food.
It was a lovely way to celebrate this fine Ice Cream Day. Hopefully you can all scrounge something out of your freezers.
P.S. I had this for breakfast, because–HELLO–who doesn’t want ice cream first thing in the morning? My husband, it seems. He flat out turned it down. Luckily several of my children share my genetic predisposition for sugar in the a.m. and India ate his ice cream. She loved it too.