First semi-questionable idea: trying to make ice cream without an ice cream maker. Second semi-questionable idea: trying to photograph aforementioned ice cream on a 95 degree day. Even with the AC going full blast, things got a little melty…
Even nearing a liquid state, this non-dairy and no sugar ice cream was PERFECTION. Once upon a time in a tiny Virginia town (famous for civil war battlegrounds and an apple festival) a younger and consequently scrawnier version of me would line up at the local hole-in-the-wall ice cream spot. A sugar-induced lightning bug catching marathon would follow soon after, ending off with a heavy crash. Yes, that whole nostalgic rant was totally relevant because I was brought right back to those days eating this bowl.
Creamy and fresh with just a touch of sweetness that doesn’t overpower the bold coconut and raspberry flavors. You know I’m about to make this 87 more times this summer because, hello THREE ingredients. Side note: Work on non-random numbers (87?). Today I stated in frustration that I had told my 4-year-old 5-300 times. I was never good at math.
If you don’t have an ice cream maker, you can either go buy one, or be prepared to negate the healthiness of this with a whole sleeve of Oreos; you know, stress snacking. It is definitely doable without an ice cream maker, but be prepared for a bit more effort.
Clean Coconut Raspberry Ice Cream
- 2 cans of full fat, organic coconut milk (I use Trader Joes)
- 1/2 cup of pure maple syrup
- 1/2 a pint of organic raspberries
- Chill your blender in your freezer for about 2 hours beforehand.
- Pour the coconut milk in to the chilled blender and blend on high until the texture is smooth and light. Add in the maple syrup and raspberries and whip again.
- Put it back in the freezer for 30 minutes, then whip again until smooth and light. Repeat until the desired texture forms.
(Alternatively, use an ice cream maker.)
The moment our dream home is FOUND and we can be rid of the cozy/cramped 840 sq. ft. apartment we are currently occupying is the moment I buy an ice cream maker…right after that “new house” puppy I promised my smallest tiny human. Homegirl reminds me EVERY time we see a dog on the street (read, every day). I’ll bet you she has a preconceived notion that all we have to do is cross the threshold and BAM, Jesus rains down a puppy. If that happens, it’ll be my second favorite miracle, right after the whole water in to wine thing, because obviously.