Simple, Salvaged, Secret Strawberry Ice Cream
by Rosie, Diana
Unbeknownst to Wedge and Iella, their daughters had a secret motive for looking after themselves on weekend mornings if both parents were called out to work. They were about 8 and 6 years old, and deemed responsible enough to look after themselves at home for a few hours. They'd watch holos, play with dolls and occasionally make something like a Jell-o type of dessert, which required no cooking. The rules were simple: no fighting, no biting, no leaving their home, no playing with dangerous things in the kitchen, and no use of the stove or oven.
Why were they excited to be alone? Syal and Miri Antilles had active imaginations and liked to act out scenes from holos which showed elegant ladies eating dainty sweets while dressed in old fashioned finery. Often, this would be cookies or chocolates with milk, masquerading as hors d'oeuvres and champagne. But once in a while, they'd try their hand at dipping strawberries or cookies into chocolate melted in a microwave (which they were alllowed to use to heat their breakfast or lunch), or rolling the same chocolate in sprinkles or cookie crumbs, or pouring cream over cake pieces and covering them in sugar. They'd set up the table for a fancy "high tea," just like the princesses in their favorite holos.
One day, Wedge came home earlier than expected the crisis which had called him out had settled down and he wasn't needed at the base. He smelled the strong odor of berries in the air, and heard Miri wailing and Syal shushing her. Worried that his younger daughter had been hurt, he ran into the kitchen ... and stepped into something wet and slippery and slid all the way across the floor!
There was a stunned silence as the girls stared at their father sprawled on the floor, then they panicked and started to cry. Wedge quickly managed to figure out that the girls had been using these times on their own to make treats for themselves, and today they were trying to make a no-cook strawberry jam, but had not put the lid on the blender tightly enough. The appliance had exploded, spewing berries everywhere. Syal even had a damp towel in her hand to start washing down the sticky berries, but she and Miri were now using it to cover their faces to wipe their tears and noses. They were as covered in strawberry goop as Wedge was!
Secretly admiring their creativity, Wedge organized the clean up effort there was a lot to wipe down so that their mother wouldn't come home to this mess. Then he offered to keep their secret, if they'd keep his? "What secret?" they whispered to him.
Wedge had bought and hidden a pot of rich cream in the back of the chiller, intending to have a secret snack with the berries one night. "But let's whip it up and mix it with these berries ... and make strawberry ice cream! When we eat it, all the evidence will be gone, and your mother will never suspect!"
Iella did notice her kitchen was unusually sparkly and sweet smelling when she returned home. She did look to her daughters, then saw her husband standing behind them, mouthing to her, "Don't ask!" So she never did.
Whip heavy cream until soft peaks form. Gently fold in sugar, lemon juice, and chopped strawberries using a spatula. Be careful not to let the cream fall.
Pour the mixture into the pre-chilled freezing cylinder of a small ice cream maker (i.e. Donvier). Insert paddle, cover and crank until mixture becomes firm. Crank in both directions to clear the paddles. When the mixture has reached desired firmness, transfer to a clean plastic container with a lid and place in the freezer to harden.
Makes almost 1 quart of ice cream, depending how hard you churn.
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