September 6. Really? How are we already 6 days in to September? Did I SLEEP through this week? I swear that every month of my life goes by faster and faster… until… what? A month starts to feel like a day? I’m currently reading for review the new book from Gretchen Rubin (of the Happiness Project), Happier at Home. And as I was having this very thought, she actually explained that scientists have done real research that supports the fact the older you get, the faster time appears to move. And that if you live to be 80, you’ve already passed through 71% of the subjective experience of the passage of time by the time you’re 40. WHAT.
Oh my God, I’m being depressing. In a post about Lucky Charms Ice Cream. That’s seriously not even allowed. But my point is that it’s September. And I turn 30 this month. 30. I generally don’t fear getting older because a) I still look like I’m 16 and b) I’m in a great place and proud of my accomplishments up to now. But 30. Remember when you were 6 and you thought it odd that your 16-year-old babysitter wasn’t married? And you just knew you’d be having babies at age 25 (because you wanted to be a stylishly “older” mom)? My, how things change. And now 30 feels so young. Like so young as in, “How am I allowed to have a credit card and my own set of All Clad pots and pans and an actual real husband? Are you sure I’m not still playing house?” I might be.
My point really is that when you’re a kid, you’re not allowed to pick the marshmallows out of your Lucky Charms. You have to eat all those darn “healthy” (but not really… just not artificially colored marshmallows) cereal pieces. And it’s obnoxious how off the marshmallow to cereal ratio is, right? But when you’re almost 30, you can do whatever you want. And you quickly realize how annoyingly tedious it is to pick marshmallows out of a box of Lucky Charms. Getting older is seriously not all it’s cracked up to be.
And since there really aren’t enough marshmallows in a box of Lucky Charms, I mixed some additional marshmallow in the form of fluff into my Lucky Charm Ice Cream. Mostly because I have an addiction to making homemade fluff. My 6-year-old self would be seriously thrilled by this revelation.
Lucky Charms Ice Cream (makes 2 pints):
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- 1 C Lucky Charms cereal, plus 1 C marshmallows
- 1 C whole milk
- 3/4 C sugar
- 1/4 t salt
- 6 egg yolks
- 2 C heavy cream
- 1/2 recipe for homemade fluff
First, make yourself a bowl of Lucky Charms. Seriously though, combine the 1 C milk with 1 C Lucky Charms. I stirred it and popped it in the fridge for about 30 minutes to let the flavors really meld.
Strain the milk from the cereal and you’re left with a glorious bowl of cereal milk. Which we all know is delicious and the best part of a bowl of cereal (well, maybe besides marshmallows).
Heat that milk and sugar in a medium saucepan over medium heat. Stir constantly, until the mixture just reaches the point of simmer. Then remove from heat.
While you’re heating your milk, lightly whisk the egg yolks in a separate medium bowl.
And pour about half of the warm milk into the egg yolks, whisking all the time. Then pour the egg/milk mixture back into the pan with the rest of the milk.
With the heat on low, continue whisking until mixture thickens up and coats the back of your spoon. Keep stirring and keep your eye on it because you don’t want it to thicken too much and start getting clumpy. Remove from heat.
Prepare an ice bath (basically a large bowl filled with ice… And I don’t know how necessary this really is if you’re too lazy to do so or don’t have an ice machine and forgot to refill the ice cube trays the last time you enjoyed a cocktail. But I’ve always done it when making a custard-based ice cream and always recommend it. Just in case).
Pour heavy cream into a medium bowl and set the bowl in the ice bath.
Strain the egg/milk mixture into the heavy cream, continuing to whisk.
Cover with plastic wrap and move to fridge for about 4 hours (or overnight).
I try to make sure my plastic wrap touches the top of the milk/egg/cream, so no weird skin forms. Ack.
You can separate out your marshmallows at this time. I popped mine in the fridge, too, to keep them nice and cool.
While the mixture is chilling, or whenever you want, whip up that fluff. If you’ve never made fluff before, I’ll tell you now, it’s superbly easy. And worth it. Just try it. Please?
When the mixture is chilled, mix it in ice cream maker according to manufacturer’s directions. For me, that means pouring mixture into my chilled KitchenAid Ice Cream Maker Attachment and mixing on low for about 20 minutes.
When the ice cream was almost done, I added about 1 1/2 C of marshmallow fluff and 1 C of Lucky Charms marshmallows.
Now you see them!
Now you don’t.
They’re magically delicious!
And here’s the part where I put my ice cream into the pint containers and left them on the counter for 3 hours. All the while I thought they were chilling in the freezer. Early onset Alzheimer’s? (Not funny. I also recently read Still Alice and learned lots about early onset Alzheimer’s and now I’m in constant fear of it… clearly I need to stop reading so much).
But seriously, put your ice cream in an airtight container or two and pop in the freezer for a few more hours until it’s at the consistency of your liking.
And call your magical Leprechaun friends in for dessert. It’s like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
The ice cream really actually does taste like cereal milk. I’m not sure if Momofuku invented the whole cereal milk idea, but I kind of want to marry it.
The best thing is, you get a bit of marshmallow in every bite of ice cream. And even if for some strange freak reason, you didn’t, you’d still taste the marshmallow in every bite. Thanks to infusing the milk and adding in plenty of extra fluff.
By the way, is it just me or have cereal box toys gone way downhill since we were kids? I mean a cheapo SpongeBob SquarePants water squirter? Boring. Or maybe I’m just entirely too old. Point taken.
But I will never be too old for concocting desserts out of sugary kids cereals. Nev-ah!
And I hope you will never be too old to enjoy them. Or to at least humor me. For the most part, that’s all I ask. But you really should make this anyway. Your inner kid will come out and you’ll completely forget how old you are. Age is just a number anyway. At least that’s what I’ll keep telling myself. Age is a number and marshmallow-EVERYTHING is delicious.
P.S. Happy 3rd wedding anniversary to my sister and Adam!! How has it been 3 years already?? But seriously, they’re my favorite couple ever and I’m thrilled for them. Also, you should have seen my big sister’s face when she suddenly realized I was going to turn 30 this year. She knew, but she hadn’t processed it yet and it might have scared her more than it scares me.
Do you feel older or younger than your actual age (or your perception of how you should feel)? And furthermore, do you still pick the marshmallows out of your Lucky Charms?