Icey Goodness

In rebellion against expensive ice cream ($6 per half pint), I've turned into an ice cream factory. It all started innocently enough, with a large tub of vanilla bean ice cream. Quick and easy, no stewing, no seeping, no chopping – just a quick splice of the vanilla pod and I let it chill out in the fridge before it turned into frozen creamy goodness. Then enticed by cheap and surprisingly sweet strawberries, I produced another couple of tubs of strawberry balsamic ice cream. First I roasted the strawberries in some balsamic vinegar and then then threw some extra balsamic into the custard before it chilled.

A couple of days ago, one of my coworkers commissioned a tub of olive oil ice cream. The only place we've had olive oil ice cream is at Otto's pizzeria in New York, where they also coincidentally have a strawberry balsamic offering as well as other delicious flavors. On one particularly hot summer day, my friend Melissa and I went to Robert Moses beach when the currents were ripping and the jellyfish were out, but we still were hell bent on swimming. Once we came back to the city all toasted and crispy, we went to extra virgin for dinner and sat outside and ate grilled fish and toodled over to Otto's with our boogie boards in tow for some gelato. 3 flavors each – olive oil, lemon verbena and salty caramel. It was deeeeeeelightful.


fresh but still goopey from the ice cream maker

Anyway, I digress. Thanks to David Lebovitz, I now have a tub and a half of lemon olive oil ice cream in the freezer, and hopefully a happy coworker tomorrow.




So to commemorate my first food commission and to underscore how I've turned into a mini ice cream factory, I've come up with my name (thanks Angela!) and logo....just in case I want to expand my delicious (mini) empire.

My ice cream offering will be artic themed – polar bears being adorable, penguins throwing ice cream snowballs being insufferably adorable, I can change out of my winter outfit if one weekend I decide that I want to set up a lemonade stand in and charge Georgetown prices for a (fancy) cup of lemonade.

In the meantime, if you're in DC and want some Janicey Goodness, I'll all ears, eggs and spatulas.