We’d only been married a few months when my husband returned from work with an excited gleam in his eye. “Close your eyes and open your mouth,” he said. “I have a surprise for you.” I was so excited. My cute newlywed husband was doing his duty to continually woo me. What would it be? Chocolate? Perhaps a petit fours? Maybe a tiny cookie. I followed directions. No sooner had my eyes closed and my mouth opened than my tastebuds were assaulted with something as vile as one could imagine. A small bead of pure nastiness had been inserted. I immediately spit it out and exclaimed, “What IS that?”
“It’s a wasabi bean,” my husband explained. (One of those dried peas or soybeans covered in wasabi).
“I HATE wasabi!” I exclaimed, most ungraciously.
“I thought since you lived in Japan that you liked it,” he innocently replied.
At that point, I most likely launched into at diatribe about the horrors of wasabi. You see, I knew all about wasabi. I had eaten the famed Japanese horseradish before. I had visited an actual wasabi farm while living in Japan. I had sat upon the great wasabi statue. I had gone to the gift shop and seen crimes against nature being peddled as wasabi chocolate and wasabi ice cream.
Which brings me to this point: I will never make you put wasabi in your ice cream. In no universe does wasabi belong in ice cream. There are also other things that do not belong in ice cream. Garlic. Bacon. Anchovies. Also high fructose corn syrup, any type of “gum,” and artificial flavorings and colorings.
What you will find on this blog are recipes for natural, fresh ice creams using real fruit, real essential oils, and real imagination.
So I say “Open your eyes (to the grand possibilities) and close your mouth (to keep the drool in). Your tastebuds are about to be inspired for life.