Not long after I'd written the first post yesterday I decided to escape the turgid heat of the office in search of an ice-cream.
Wasabi do a curious but rather nice
Matcha green tea ice-cream, swirled in a plastic bowl and sprinkled with dried tea and wafers. But on this occasion I was drawn in by the air conditioned cool of the Evil Empire supermarket. And there, over in the ice-cream freezer (cabinet doors cleverly positioned at both child and adult grab level) was the
Cadbury Crunchie Blast ice cream. I don't know if it really counts as food so much as edible technology and by the time I'd returned to my desk it was already so melted that the chocolate fell off like bits of brown plastic onto the table. The interior is pale orange (as if someone had mixed milk and Tango) and has a strange consistency, neither creamy nor icy, almost spongy. But - oh the genius - it tastes just like a
Crunchie and the chocolate and the centre is filled with exploding candy pieces. Brilliant.
But however much fun it is to eat, the pleasure fades fast and feeling unsatisfied, I ended up searching for some real ice cream recipies on line. Fortunately the groovesome Nigel Slater has a wonderful recipe for
vanilla ice cream in the Guardian at the moment. If the Crunchie Blast is a quick glance at Nuts magazine, this is a whole day lying in bed.
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