Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love*
– a description of coffee by cunning and eccentric 18th/19th century French diplomat, Charles Maurice de Talleyrand-Perigord (pilfered from urbin.net)
Over on the right, underneath my smug-looking face (I can’t smile straight), I mention the fact that sometimes an off-message decadent treat finds its way here. Well, today’s the day. But fear not, it isn’t as dangerous as it looks.
As always, even with my decadent offerings, there is a salve to the waistline. The salve today being Greek yogurt. And the fact that you don’t have to worry about making a custard base. But still, there’s that dulce de leche…
I won’t lie and say it is as luxurious or sweet as commercial dulce de leche ice creams, or this homemade one on Epicurious, but it is very nice, and quite refreshing too. I don’t normally find ice cream refreshing – that’s what sorbets are for – but Greek yogurt-based ice creams usually hit the mark, managing to satisfy a craving for something cool and sweet, but without having you also craving a huge glass of water.
I got the idea for this combination when we were in Spain at the beginning of July and saw café bombón on a few advertising boards. This coffee drink, with a distinct layer of coffee and sweet condensed milk (the precursor to dulce de leche), is popular throughout Spain. I immediately thought it would make a fab ice cream. And I think I was right. I really couldn’t drink something that sweet (it is a 1:1 ratio of coffee to milk), but eating a frozen version, where the cold always makes things taste less sweet, moves this Spanish staple into ice cream parlour territory. With bells on.
It needs no added frills – or even cooking skills – but feel free to drizzle on more dulce de leche, some crushed salted peanuts or even some dark chocolate chips. I’m also thinking how awesome it might be scooped onto a PG-version of the banana split, or in an affogato.
Next post will be something salady and summery, probably involving corn, and definitely involving a creamy yet healthy dressing. Hope that sounds good to you.
Until then, as my grandmother used to say,”be sweet and play ball.”
*the antidote to the leading quote (above) has got to be this acid comment from the 1674 ‘Women’s Petition Against Coffee‘: Why do our men trifle away their time, scald their Chops, and spend their Money, all for a little, base, thick, nasty bitter stinking nauseous Puddle water? Well worth a read in-full: these gals were Angry with a capital A, but also proto-feminists bemoaning their ‘Frenchified’ men in the most withering way.
