S’mores Fried Ice Cream with Chipotle Chocolate Sauce

It was a dark and stormy summer night. The rain beat against the windows and a vulgar blaze of lightening tore open the night sky. Full of green chile enchiladas and cocktails, Mom, Handsome Greg, Professor Meowington, and I gathered in a circle on the living room floor, passing the flashlight and sharing ghost stories (like that one about the young couple whose car breaks down during a storm when there’s a serial killer on the loose.)

Another chorus of baritone thunder sang through the quiet, and I returned to the kitchen for my 2nd (OK, 4th) vodka lemonade. A blood-curdling scream escaped my throat as my eyes fixed on a most horrifying sight: my toasted marshmallow ice cream balls, carefully coated in two layers of graham cracker crumbs had been left on top of the refrigerator to melt in the summer heat. Nnnnooooooooooo!

The flaccid, lifeless ice cream balls squished under my finger. I threw them back in the freezer, and wondered, who could’ve done such a thing? Who’d been in my kitchen? Oh, my god! The ice cream killer was inside the house.

As it turns out, Handsome Greg left our dessert on top of the fridge when he got out the ice for the last round of drinks. Actually, he was a dead giveaway; Handsome Greg is the only one of us tall enough to reach something above the refrigerator. And the ice cream balls were saved in the nick of time. They hardened up in the freezer as the oil was heating and the chocolate was softening and the thunder was thundering.

Handsome Greg was forgiven, and we all enjoyed a ridiculous and delicious dessert.

In light of my happy ending, I suggest you host a slumber party, tell ghost stores, and fry up some ice cream of your own. You’ll break through the crispy graham cracker coating and toasted marshmallow ice cream will ooze out. Then drag it through the smoky chocolate sauce, and you will have constructed a perfect homage to s’mores in a single, hot-and-cold, campfire-smoky, crunchy-creamy bite.

And all without anyone getting killed and left hanging from a tree branch making thumping noises on the roof of your ‘87 Acura.

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Baked Churros with Cinnamon Ice Cream and Dulce de Leche

Well, I feel just terrible.

When I posted the Lime Chicken Lettuce Boats with Avocado Salad and Chimichurri recipe, I made you all a promise – I promised you the recipes for the accompanying Argentina-inspired dessert. That was eleven days ago.

It just breaks my heart to think of you waiting a week and a half for these recipes. I imagine you must’ve leapt from your bed each morning, an hour before your alarm clock rang, tripping over the cat as you lunged for the computer, praying for a fast internet connection, and a creamy, crispy, caramel and cinnamon dessert.

From the moment you first read about this dessert, you must’ve been haunted by dreams of flaky, tender puff pastry sticks with a crunchy candy coating, and cold, velvety cinnamon ice cream slathered in homemade dulce de leche.

As the days crawled by at an excruciating pace, your thoughts became darker. Why hasn’t Bake Up, Little Suzy shared the dessert recipe she promised me? Is she keeping it from me?

Friends, I have no excuse. I’ve just been really busy and had no time or energy for writing.

I’m pretty sure you’ll forget all about this unpleasantness just as soon as the aroma of homemade dulce de leche begins to fill your kitchen. It smells like, what’s the word…? Comfort. Security. What does your 401k smell like? I’ll tell you: it smells like milk simmered with sugar.

And once the candy-coated puff pastry strips begin turning golden brown in the oven, this whole misunderstanding will be a distant memory.

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Grilled Lime Chicken Lettuce Boats with Avocado Salad and Chimichurri

Whew! Thirty posts in thirty days – I made it through National Grilled Cheese Month. And though I made some delicious discoveries (Cinnamon Roll Grilled Cheese, anyone?), I’m a little cheesed out. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m ready for bright, fresh spring flavors. And some roughage.

I originally made this dish for Mom and Handsome Greg as part of an Argentinian-inspired meal that began with corn and bacon empanadas and ended with baked churros, cinnamon ice cream, and homemade dulce de leche (recipes coming soon, I promise!).

For our main course, we enjoyed crispy romaine leaves filled with luscious summer salad and tender grilled chicken, and kissed with garlicky parsley pesto. Fresh and bright, hearty but not heavy.

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