Coffee ice cream (E. Molokhovets, 1861, recipe No. 1869)

[Original recipe:]

Coffee ice cream (E. Molokhovets, 1861, recipe No. 1869)

Category: Festive kitchen

Ingredients
Coffee (natural brewed)	100 ml
Milk (cream)	400 ml
Yolks	3 pcs
Sugar	80 g
Vanillin

Cooking method

• Make coffee. While the coffee "grows stronger", grind the yolks with sugar until white, add vanillin (vanilla sugar). Combine strained coffee, milk, yolks, heat while stirring over the fire until it thickens. Cool the mass, transfer to an ice cream maker, add chocolate chips during cooking. Bon appetit: flowers:
• Considering the size of our assistant, I reduced the amount of ingredients, reduced the sugar significantly, it would be too sweet.

Note

Original recipe:

Pour 3/4 cup of ground coffee with water, brew as usual so that 1 cup of strong coffee comes out. Grind the yolks white with sugar, dilute with 2 cups of cream or milk and 1 cup of coffee, stir on the stove until thick, strain, cool, pour into an ice cream machine, cover with clean paper and lid, and surround with fine ice mixed with 6 lbs. simple salt, twirl until hardened. Remove the cover and paper carefully so that the salt does not get into the ice cream. If it turns out to be ready, that is, frozen, take out the metal rod, peel the ice cream from it with a spoon or spatula, smooth it, cover with clean paper and a lid, put it on ice, cover it with fine ice and salt around and on top. Before the vacation, carefully remove the lid and wipe off the salt from the dish, cover with a beautifully folded, starched napkin and a round dish, overturn. If the ice cream does not sink onto the dish by itself, then wipe the bottom and sides of the form with a towel dipped in boiling water and wrung out. Remove the mold carefully.

Issue for 6 people: 3/4 cup ground coffee, 2 cups milk or cream, 4 yolks, 1/2 pound, i.e. a full glass of sugar. You can add 3/4 heads of vanilla. Salt 6 lb., i.e. 12 cups.

Masha !!! I want ice cream and even cold rain is not a hindrance Bravo, Masha!

Masha. here I read descriptions of cooking in the century before last and ... I envy myself .... how easy it became for us to cook, with all our assistants, the only thing I would borrow is the Russian oven, and the brand ice cream maker is already on the list of gifts for the new year

Les, I also think, this is how much you had to twirl on the ice, what would happen

This is what it was:

Les, I also think, this is how much you had to twirl on the ice, what would happen

This is what it was:

mortality ...
and in the summer to find ice ...

mortality ...
and in the summer to find ice ...

Elementary! Go down to the cellar, where the veal leg was left from yesterday's dinner Send human into the glacier and tell them to bring finely chopped ice.

mortality ...
and in the summer to find ice ...

".... Father sends Gorkin to the Moskva River, to the icebreaker, to direct
order .... I haven’t been to the icebreaker yet, but there is such and such a fair - the heat is right! before
forty horses with simple sleds, the ice is pulled from the river, and everyone
rabble people, they ordered them from the Sly market, they break the ice, with hooks from
ice floes pull like pricked sugar, - Gorkin told. I ask him, and he
brushes off: "there is no one to watch you, and the horses will hurt you, and under the ice
you can sneak off, and the men swear ... you have nothing to do there. "
gets angry and even threatens when I shout to him that I will run away to the Moskva River,
I know the way ... That's the Crimean bridge. Our icebreaker to the left of it: a dark hole
on a great snowy surface, stretches far, barely visible. From the river they crawl to
lifting a wagon with ice; empty people rush from above: black men, staunch,
twisted overhead, reins, in a hurry to pick up the load. Along the ice-hole
as far as the eyes can reach, the ice breakers turn black like crows - they poke their noses into the ice;
they pull ice floes with hooks, chop them into pieces like sugar. At the black edge
ice - slides of chopped ice, turbid greenish, like lean sugar.
Brown peasants, already in sheepskin coats, throwing off their eared azyams, are throwing into the sled:
as it falls, only no knocking is heard ... A dark hole stretches, splashes
her "lard", crunchy pieces of ice. Along it, along the shiny, as if oiled
road, carts with gray ice blocks crawl tightly. On the oncoming road, next to
Empty people and germs rush easily with cheerful men. They shout to us: "hey,
I'll knock it down, turn it off! .. "Drunken men? Their faces are all red as fire, some are dancing on sledges ...
We approach the icebreaker itself. Everywhere you can hear the crowbars being poked into the ice,
as if in a race; icicles are splashed into sparkles; crunch underfoot
lenses. .... On the edge of the hole, the guys, and the bearded ones, are tapping with crowbars. Everybody is wearing what
horrible: in wadded jackets in shreds, in bags, in frayed coats, in
worn sheepskin coats - a patch on a patch, into a living tat; their legs
with sledgehammers, wrapped in a mat, in rags, in boots from boots, in a sack,
- everything from the Sly Market, "random people", lost, day ...
I now see how they do it. At the edge of the ice there are five people
with crowbars and start tapping, over and over again. There is a crackling and splashing,
a long ice floe begins to breathe - barely perceptibly sway; grab her
with sharp hooks, they shout drawn-out - "take it! .. pile-up!,." - and
pulled out on the snow, for "battle". Break up with breaking into "sugar", chuck
slide. The empty trucks are taken away. And so - all over the hole, you can barely see ... "

Ivan Shmelev. "Summer of the Lord"

Thank you, Mash, for the enlightenment ... I remember my grandfather in Ukraine had ice in the basement in the summer, I was little, I was very surprised then ...

Super! Thanks for the recipe!