Do you remember the pumpkin patch?
I remember walking into that carnival-esque wonderland each
fall. I remember everything having this sort of shimmering golden glow to it. I
don’t know if the experience was simply altered and intensified as it filtered
through my child’s eyes but the pumpkin patch was certainly magical.
Where else could I romp around on teetering piles of hay
bales? I’d emerge dizzy, a sloppy sort of grin on my face and stray pieces of
hay sticking every which way from my hair like an unfortunate, neglected
scarecrow. A sight to see I’m sure considering my parents dressed me in flannel
shirts and stiff, straight legged jeans every day of my childhood.
There were petting zoos, big slides, and a country store
where you could buy those sticks of colored flavored honey. I also recall
having this strange irrational fear of the hay rides, refusing to step foot
onto the wagon until assured that the ride would not present any scary, sudden
changes in motion.
But mostly I remember picking out my pumpkin. Thanks to my
dad’s neuroticism, a trait he passed onto me, the search for the perfect
pumpkin was exhausting. It needed perfect roundness, symmetrical plumpness, a
broad flat front for carving ease, and a good sturdy stem with a with a twisting
curved handle. Back at home we’d make a day of mucking up the kitchen with
strings of pumpkin goo and then giving funny faces to our new gourd friends. I
always gave mine buck teeth. Always.
I went to the pumpkin patch this past weekend with some
friends hoping for transportation into childhood. Instead we were asked to pay
ten dollars to take a hayride to the patch, pick out the pumpkin, return, and
then pay for the pumpkin. Oh, there was a four-foot high corn maze too.
Disappointed, we turned around and went home deciding a pumpkin was not worth
that price. Yet I worried, was my older age casting a gloomy cloud over the
once-relished pumpkin patch? Had I lost all sense of my child-like imagination
and exploration?
Had I turned into a dependent of modern-day entertainment no
longer impressed by the simple pleasures of a pumpkin?
After long thought, I decided no.
Though that wonderful pumpkin patch no longer excited me in
the ways it used to, it is now things like simply cooking that transforms me
into that childlike being with heightened senses and emotions. It’s the thing
that puts that golden glow to my world. That can make a pumpkin seem like the
best thing in the world.
That answer came about as I remembered the quart of pumpkin
ice cream I had sitting in my freezer. A creamy and intensely rich frozen treat
I concocted from a baby pie pumpkin I meticulously selected from the farmers
market, liberal amounts of pumpkin pie spices, brown sugar, and honey, and
handfuls of crumbled gingersnap cookies. The pumpkin flavor was pumped up to
extreme levels as it slow roasted in the oven for nearly an hour. I then pureed
the caramelized flesh into such creaminess it flowed like orange ribbons from
my spoon. I devoured the leftover puree by the spoonful, feeling ridiculously
like I was eating baby food, delicious baby food at that. And finally, after the
warming scents of spice were expelled into the air as the concoction churned, I
took my first taste of the freshly frozen dessert and it was a shock to my entire
system. The ice cream, in contrast to any other artificially pumpkin-flavored
thing I’ve eaten, was so intensely fresh. So real. It was the entirety of fall
spirit and the reminiscence of childhood glee all compacted into one spoon.
Pumpkin Ice Cream
makes about 1 Quart
adapted from Jeni Britton Bauer
adapted from Jeni Britton Bauer
This is a slight adaptation of Jeni Britton Bauer’s Jeni’s
Splendid Ice Creams at Home so it uses her ingenious method of replacing eggs
in the ice cream with cream cheese. This actually works really well for the pumpkin
ice cream because the slight cream cheese flavor pairs like heaven with the
pumpkin. And again, I cannot stress enough how important it is to use fresh
roasted pumpkin. The canned stuff just won’t compare.
Ingredients:
I small pie pumpkin
2 cups whole milk
1 Tbs. plus 1 tsp. cornstarch
3 Tbs. cream cheese (full fat)
¼ tsp. salt
¼ cup honey
2/3 cup packed light brown sugar
2 Tbs. light corn syrup
2 tsp. pumpkin pie spice
¾ cup gingersnap cookie crumbles
I small pie pumpkin
2 cups whole milk
1 Tbs. plus 1 tsp. cornstarch
3 Tbs. cream cheese (full fat)
¼ tsp. salt
¼ cup honey
2/3 cup packed light brown sugar
2 Tbs. light corn syrup
2 tsp. pumpkin pie spice
¾ cup gingersnap cookie crumbles
Preheat the oven to 400 degrees. Cut the pumpkin in half and
deseed the inside. Place it on a baking sheet cut side down and roast it in the
oven for 30 to 40 minutes until soft. Remove the skin and place the flesh into
a food processor. Puree until velvety smooth. Measure out ¾ cup of puree for
the ice cream and save the rest in the refrigerator for another time.
Mix 2 Tbs. of the milk with the cornstarch until smooth. Set
aside.
Whisk the cream cheese and the salt in a large bowl until it
is smooth. Add in the honey and the pumpkin puree and stir until well combined.
Prepare a large ice bath.
In a 4-quart saucepan, combine the rest of the milk, cream,
sugar, corn syrup, and pumpkin pie spice. Bring to a boil and continue boiling
for 4 minutes. Remove from the heat and whisk in the cornstarch and milk mixture.
Place back on the heat and boil for one minute until thickened somewhat.
Slowly whisk the hot milk mixture into the pumpkin and cream
cheese mixture and stir until combined. Pour everything into a gallon zip-lock
bag, seal, and place in the ice bath for at least 30 minutes or until well
chilled.
Pour the mixture into the ice cream maker and freeze
according to manufacturer’s instructions. When done churning. Pack the ice
cream into freezer safe storage containers, layering with the gingersnap cookie
as you go. You could also simply fold them all into the ice cream if you want.
Freeze for four hours before eating.

This ice cream looks so incredible, Katie! I foolishly forgot my ice cream maker at my parent's home but I'm bookmarking this. I've got to try it at least eventually.
ReplyDeleteI know what you're saying about the lack of magic at the pumpkin patch--I was a little disappointed by the fact that Christmas seemed to come and go last year. Where are the days when I used to make the construction-paper chains to count down the days till Christmas?! Oh well... at least we can find nostalgia from food. :)