Is there any smell in the world better than the smell of fresh waffle cones?
Regardless, I've been doing a ton of daydreaming about the baking rampage I'm going to go on when I get home.
I've been dreaming up a lot of "fusion" recipes lately -- mixing Japanese and American classic recipes into crazy mash-ups. I don't want to give all of my secrets away, but prepare to see mochi, tempura batter, and matcha powder where you've never seen it before -- along the lines of this miso caramel.
I want to venture into the world of dairy-free desserts. My mom and I shared an amazing vegan cheesecake before I left. A lot of recipes use coconut milk, soaked nuts, bananas, or even tofu as a dairy replacement. I want to try them all. I'm going to start with this, this, and this.
But I could never go no-dairy myself.
Ice cream french toast... what the what.
I also want to churn my own butter.
I also went to this California chain called C.R.E.A.M (Cookies Rule Everything Around Me) with my roommates. Think Cold Stone, but cheaper and for ice cream cookie sandwiches. Yeah. I got there early when the whole place smelled like fresh baked cookies. Coffee ice cream smooshed between two warm snickerdoodles - perfect. I'm going to start experimenting with my own ice cream sandwiches (check these out).
I went on a day trip to San Francisco on Saturday. Food.nerd.paradise. I went to Boudin sourdough factory and watched those bread baskets swirl above my head for a solid 20 minutes, and got lost in the pools of chocolate at the Ghiradelli factory. Sourdough waffles sound like the move.
Even though I've been deprived of my oven, I've been making the most of the dining hall here. Speaking of waffles, they have a spankin' "make-your-own-waffle" station here. I like to make mine monstrous... with four pats of butter, every square inch covered in whipped cream, a hefty scoop of cherry pie filling, and a thorough drenching in syrup... stargazing counts as cardio right? The cobbler here is also pretty great, I was a total jerk last night and scooped all of the majestic crumbly topping into my bowl, just leaving the stewed apricots for the rest of the line.
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