Fried Ice Cream

I have this memory. Maybe it was implanted by aliens. Maybe it was a dream the unicorns put there. But I have this memory of eating fried ice cream that my Uncle Kyle made a long time ago. I've asked Kyle about this, and he doesn't remember ever making this dish. I would love for someone else in my family to validate this memory. Otherwise, I'm going with the unicorn theory.

In this memory, I had never heard of fried ice cream and to my small self, it sounded very strange. I would like to think I've always been somewhat of an adventurous eater and so I sampled this odd dish. Wouldn't you know it. Heaven. Cold creamy ice cream in the middle-warm, buttery, crisp shell on the outside. Since that day, I've thought of fried ice cream as the ultimate special occasion, elusively delicious dessert.

Naturally, 4th of July seemed like the perfect occasion to test out my own fried ice cream creation. After a little bit of convincing John (whom I am so proud of for eating so healthy and felt a little bit bad about pulling him off the wagon) we made a trip to the grocery store to procure the necessary ingredients.

A half gallon of coffee ice cream and a bag of cinnamon toast crunch later-we were on our way to fried ice cream happiness. In case you want to know how to make your own heart stopping fried dessert-here you go.

Start with squared cereal. We used Cinnamon Toast Crunch but you could use Golden Grahams, etc.

Crush cereal into little bits. John's weapon of choice was a potato masher. That is optional as well.

Separate egg whites.

Scoop out balls of ice cream. Freeze them for at least 2 hours before you plan to fry them.

Dip the frozen ice cream ball into the egg whites and make sure it's good and covered.

Roll the egg white coated ice cream ball in the crushed cereal. We did a double dip into the egg white and crushed cereal to make sure we got a thick crust.

Drop ice cream into a pan of hot grease. The grease should be at least 4 inches deep and really hot. We made sure it sparked up when we sprinkled water into it to make sure it was hot enough. Technical, I know.

Voila. 
Did it live up to the memory of the heavenly treat I had stored away in my brain? Not really. Things usually don't. Was it worth the ridiculous amount of calories ingested to have a fun project to work on with John? Absolutely.

Comments

I remember having fried ice cream at Kyle and Kathy's Silver Saddle house!!! It's a vague memory, but it's still there...memory validated!!!

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