Blueberry Goat Cheese Crumble Ice Cream
You know when you create something that is just BEYOND good. When you're eating it and you're thinking to yourself, I need to figure out how to sell this sh@#$ it's so good? Well, this recipe is that, for me. I was high fiving myself, shimmying around the kitchen, and smirking self-confidently all over the house after this one came out of the ice cream maker. Let's be real friends, I make a lot of ice cream on this blog (I mean 3 of my last 5 posts have been some sort of ice creamy concoction) and I'm going to say, hands down, this is my favorite ice cream OF.ALL.TIME.
My friend Laura, who happens to my AMAZING podcast partner on The Modern Mamas Podcast inspired me a few weeks ago when she posted a picture on Instagram of her Blueberry Goat Cheese Ice Cream, and I knew I had to have it. But what's a girl to do when she doesn't live in Santa Cruz, and there IS NO GOAT CHEESE ICE CREAM TO BE FOUND?! Well, she makes her own that is Paleo-ish (minus the goat cheese), and decadent, and tastes like cheesecake. This is the stuff ice cream dreams are made of ya'll.
So, full dislaimer, my family thinks I'm crazy because of the way we eat. Like straight up weird because we don't have a lot of conventional foods, and my dad laughs at me when I talk about "grass-fed" this, or "free range" that. He also laughed at me the whole day when I explained to him that I was going to make him ice cream out of coconut milk and goat cheese. He was overheard on the phone talking to his sister about what I was doing and she said, and I quote "Well maybe I should have some of that goat cheese ice cream so I won't eat any of it." Translation: that sound disgusting, and you're the weirdest niece of all my nieces.
Fast forward several hours later, and MY DAD LOVED IT. He ate his whole bowl, and then pondered aloud how he could take some leftovers home with him. MY DAD. Who eats candy, carne guisada, and fried everything LOVED my goat cheese ice cream. I seriously died that day.
Anywho, this was a huge hit, grandpas, spouses, and BOTH of my kids ate every last bit, and even the little one was signing for more more more after she got a taste. If you could make one thing from my blog, this is it folks. Bold statement, I know, but I mean it ya'll. GO FORTH AND GOAT CHEESE YOUR ICE CREAM. You won't regret it!