Melissa Clarks Ginger Ice Cream Recipes

GINGER ICE CREAM

Steps:

• In a medium pot, combine cream, milk, sugar, ginger, cinnamon, clove and salt. Bring to a simmer over medium heat, then cover, remove from heat, and let steep for 1 hour.
• In a medium bowl, whisk the yolks. Whisking constantly, slowly whisk about a third of the cream into the yolks, then whisk yolk mixture back into the pot with the cream. Return pot to medium-low heat and gently cook until mixture is thick enough to coat the back of a spoon (about 170 degrees on an instant-read thermometer).
• Strain through a fine-mesh sieve into a bowl. Cool mixture to room temperature. Cover and chill at least 4 hours or overnight. Churn in an ice cream machine according to the manufacturer's instructions, adding the candied ginger during the last few seconds of churning. Serve directly from the machine for soft serve, or store in freezer until needed. Serve topped with extra candied ginger if desired.

STRAWBERRY GINGERSNAP ICEBOX CAKE

Steps:

• Set aside half the strawberries, choosing the smallest, prettiest ones. They'll be used for serving. Hull the remaining berries.
• Using a blender or food processor, purée the hulled strawberries, then strain through a fine mesh strainer. You should have about 2/3 cup of purée.
• In the bowl of an electric mixer set on low speed, whisk together strawberry purée, mascarpone, confectioners' sugar, vanilla, 3/4 teaspoon lime zest and the lime juice. Once the cream mixture is combined, but not fully whipped, taste and add more confectioners' sugar if necessary (this will depend on how sweet your strawberries are). Whip to medium-stiff peaks.
• On a serving platter, lay 2 rows of 4 cookies (for a total of 8) in a rectangle. Spread 1/2 cup cream mixture over the cookies, spreading it to the edges. Top with another 8 cookies, and spread with another 1/2 cup cream. Repeat 2 more times, so you have 4 layers of cookies. Top with remaining cream, spreading it along the sides like frosting. Cover loosely with plastic wrap and chill for at least 8 hours, and preferably overnight.
• Half an hour before serving, hull and quarter remaining strawberries (cut them in eighths, if they're large). Toss berries in a medium bowl with granulated sugar, remaining 1/2 teaspoon lime zest and the ginger. Let sit for at least 30 minutes, and up to 1 hour; they should release their juices, which will turn syrupy from the sugar. Taste and add more lime zest, ginger and a squeeze of lime juice, if you like.
• Just before serving, arrange strawberries on top of the cake and drizzle with accumulated syrupy juices. Serve at once, cutting cake into slices.

TRIPLE-GINGER MUFFINS

Steps:

• Heat the oven to 375 degrees and line a standard muffin tin with paper liners.
• In a large mixing bowl, combine the sugar, butter, eggs, milk, molasses and grated ginger, and whisk until smooth.
• In a medium bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder, ground ginger and salt. Add the dry ingredients to the wet ingredients and mix until just combined. (Be careful not to overmix! The batter will be slightly lumpy.) Stir in 3/4 cup crystallized ginger, reserving the remaining 3 tablespoons for the topping.
• Using an ice cream scoop or a large spoon, divide the batter between the 12 muffin cups. Sprinkle the reserved crystallized ginger onto the tops of the muffins, and bake for 20 to 25 minutes, or until a toothpick comes out clean and the muffins spring back when lightly pressed. Cool for 10 minutes in the pan, then carefully transfer muffins to a cooling rack and cool completely.

MELISSA CLARK'S THANKSGIVING

Steps:

• Why can't turkey taste more like lamb - specifically, a Provençal-style leg of lamb, rubbed down with garlic, anchovies and rosemary? This was the question my father asked whenever talk turned to Thanksgiving. He'd threaten to make something other than a bird for our group of 20 or more friends, relatives and neighbors - anyone who needed a place to go. But he gave in to tradition every time, grumbling at first, then lovingly fussing over each detail. He liked to dabble in cooking trends, experimenting in an attempt to top the previous year's effort. We ate our way through the Brining Years, the Slow-Roasting Era, the Spatchcocking Phase, the Basting-With-Butter-Every-30-Minutes Period, and a brief Cheesecloth-Over-the-Breast moment. All the turkeys were juicy, with crisp brown skin. But he never rested. A better bird - more flavorful, more tender, more bronzed - was always in reach, if only he could find the right technique. What my father was never able to try was treating the turkey as if it were a leg of lamb, and that's what I've done here. Copying his (perfected) lamb-leg method, I pierced the turkey legs, making tiny slits in which to stuff a paste of garlic, anchovies and rosemary. After marinating the bird overnight, I roasted it until it was almost as gorgeously golden as his was. The garlic-scented drippings make the most wonderful gravy, which was not something he'd tried with lamb - no matter how much he loved experimenting.
• To me, bread is the soul of a good stuffing. The better the bread, the better the dish. So I buy rich, egg-yellow challah or brioche, letting them go stale so they can absorb the most flavor from vegetables and stock. My mother considers this a waste. "I prefer eating my brioche with butter and jam," she said. A frugal child of the Depression and World War II, she makes her stuffing out of scraps she has saved all year. Baguette heels, rye crusts, leftover bagels: All go into a plastic bag in the freezer. We also disagree about chestnuts. I opt for peeled roasted chestnuts in a jar, but my mother insists they be peeled fresh, a task that fell to my father. He'd do four at a time, scoring an "X" onto the glossy shells, microwaving them until the shells curled back, then yanking them off while the nuts were still warm. He'd listen to an opera to pass the time; when Don Giovanni descended into hell, I'd know the job was done. Something my mother and I do agree on is the importance of good homemade stock. We make it with every leftover bone that comes through our kitchens. To season the broth, I save leek tops and parsley stems in a bag in the freezer; without any bread scraps in there, I've got plenty of room.
• There's no roasted potato like a duck fat-roasted potato. Crisp and brown at the edges, with a fluffy interior and a deep, brawny flavor, it is a potato taken to its highest form. We like to slather the tiniest yellow potatoes we can find with duck fat, toss them into a pan and then put them in the oven while the turkey roasts, so their skins turn brittle and brown. You might feel you have your starches covered between sweet potatoes and the stuffing, but these potatoes will persuade you to make room on your plate. Because I roast potatoes almost all year long, I always keep a jar of homemade duck fat on hand. When supplies run low, I'll sauté a couple of duck breasts for dinner, decanting the golden fat into a container in the freezer. This is yet another trick I learned this from my mother, who'd say, "Why buy duck fat when you can get it for free from a duck?" Chicken fat also works here. My father sometimes used a classic onion-laden schmaltz for his roasted potatoes, though not for Thanksgiving. He was too focused on trying to perfect the turkey. Since there's usually at least one vegetarian at our Thanksgiving table, I often make a separate pan of olive oil-roasted potatoes, using the same timing and proportions. Though they're less rich, the potatoes still turn crunchy and golden, and make a gorgeous contrast to all the other soft textures on the plate.
• Dahlia rushed into the house one day last November, slamming the door, stamping her feet, and glaring at Daniel and me. "You've been depriving me of marshmallows all my life!" she said. It was true. My family never served marshmallow-topped sweet potatoes at Thanksgiving. We didn't like them, and since Dahlia hadn't known of their existence, we'd felt no need to enlighten her. Now she'd heard. We were busted. Our sweet potatoes had been a more grown-up affair, one that Daniel brought to the table while he and I were still dating. His recipe, which he adapted from the chef Deborah Madison, called for roasting whole sweet potatoes, mashing them with huge amounts of butter and bourbon and sprinkling them with clove, cinnamon and allspice. He'd mash them with a fork, purposely leaving a bit of texture. Unable to resist fiddling, I tweaked his recipe here and there, most significantly changing the texture. I like a silkier purée, so I whirl the potatoes in the food processor. It's faster, and the food processor doesn't make them gluey the way it does regular potatoes. I also added a little lemon zest for brightness, and a touch of dark brown sugar for depth. Now that Dahlia is in the know, I scoop some of the purée into a ramekin, top it with mini marshmallows, and broil it until browned. Of the many injustices of her childhood, this one was pretty easy to fix.
• Of all the Thanksgiving leftovers that crowd the fridge, cranberry relish is the one I crave, even stashing the container in the back behind the mango pickle so I don't have to share. Sure, I adore a cold turkey sandwich slathered with mustard and mayo (or better: mayo and chile paste). And leftover stuffing crisped in a hot, greased pan until hash-brown-like and golden makes a fine morning-after brunch. But it's the relish - a bracing scarlet mixture to spoon over my yogurt with honey and granola - that makes me giddy. The original recipe came to our family through my Aunt Sandy, who clipped it out of a magazine now long gone. She made it with cranberries, whole oranges and walnuts. I've changed it up over the years, playing with the nuts and citrus. In my current favorite iteration, I substitute pomegranate for the orange, which deepens the vibrant glow of the berries. Pistachios stand in for the walnuts, speckling the mix with bits of green, and instead of sugar, I opt for honey. It's the most refreshing thing on our Thanksgiving table, a crimson pop of acidity and crunch that brightens the browns of the rest of the meal. While I could easily make the relish anytime, I don't. Its November-only appearance is part of the appeal.
• Green bean casserole never really found a place on my family's table. None of us wanted to veer too far from the traditional holiday triumvirate - turkey, stuffing, gravy - and so the green vegetable dish was our chance to go wild. We stir-fried green beans with Sichuan peppercorns; sautéed kale with garlic, cumin and red-pepper flakes; roasted brussels sprouts with curry leaves and mustard seeds. The green vegetable was also the first Thanksgiving dish I really put my stamp on. This was when I was in high school. While my father was busy laboring over the turkey and as my mother and sister set the table, I would quietly slice garlic or grind spices, finishing the prep but not turning on the heat until everyone else was ambling to the table. As much as I embrace cooking in advance, green vegetables benefit most from last-minute attention. They're just better that way. The key is to pick something that cooks quickly, and for that, this broccoli fits in perfectly. I can blanch it the day before, so it just needs the briefest stint in a hot pan, along with some olives and the requisite garlic. I love to garnish the vegetables with crisp fried shallots; those too can be made the day before. They add flair, and remind me of the fried onions on all those green bean casseroles I never had.
• Dahlia loves salad more than almost any food, desserts excepted. This means that aside from the marshmallows on the sweet potatoes, salad is her favorite part of Thanksgiving, when she eats mounds of it. There's only one thing about Dahlia's salad-eating that gives me pause. When she was a toddler, I encouraged her to eat salad with her fingers. It was easier for her. I'd also once read an article that said Alice Waters always ate salad with her hands. What's good enough for Alice's salad, I thought, is good enough for Dahlia's. But the habit stuck. Now she's 10, and it's nearly impossible to get her to use a fork. Even in restaurants. Even at the Thanksgiving table surrounded by all her utensil-wielding relatives. The way Dahlia feels about salad is the way I feel about anchovies. I'm apt to sneak a few into salad dressings, which is what I've done here, puréeing them with garlic and parsley to toss with arugula. They add depth, but in a subtle, child-friendly way. Dahlia, who thinks she hates anchovies, doesn't even know they are there. Because we're a family with Francophile inclinations, we serve our salad at the end of the Thanksgiving meal, just before the dishes are cleared. That way, we can use the leaves to dab at the last slicks of gravy and bits of stuffing. It makes a tangy plate cleaner and palate cleanser before the pie - for which even Dahlia uses a fork.
• My dad loved bold flavors. He liked his Sichuan food with extra chiles, his chocolate 80 percent dark, his Cabernets from California, and pretty much everything else filled with as much garlic as it could bear. When it came to pumpkin pie, he was all about ginger. As the official pumpkin pie maker, I fretted about this every year. How much ginger could I add to satisfy his taste for spice without overwhelming everyone else at the table? Ground ginger goes only so far. Every year I'd add more, but I eventually learned that if you add too much, it ruins the pie's texture, turning it to sludge. Grated fresh ginger increases sharpness but not depth. Infusing other spices - cinnamon sticks, cardamom pods, star anise and clove - into the cream adds fragrant woodsy notes, which in turn accentuate the ginger's brightness. Getting the balance just right became my seasonal Everest. Year after year I'd adapt it, adjusting the spices and the infusion time, never stopping until I reached the perfect formula - silkier, richer, even more gingery. As with dad's ideal turkey, this process was an inherent part of our holiday ritual: the analyzing of flavors, textures, techniques. That road to perfection has been almost as fun the meal itself, and it's still how I approach every pumpkin pie I bake. I can't serve my dad the latest - and greatest - version, but I know he loved the journey.
• Pumpkin pie may not need a topping, but a scoop of ice cream never hurts. In our house, that ice cream was always homemade, at least since the 1980s, when we were the first family on the block in Brooklyn to buy an ice cream maker. It was huge and ungainly, a heavy, self-refrigerating unit imported from Italy and lugged home from Zabar's. We made ice cream for every occasion. There was olive oil ice cream for Hanukkah and red wine sorbet for Passover, gazpacho granita for Labor Day and Champagne gelato for New Year's Eve. For Thanksgiving, we'd usually go for something heady and autumnal to echo the flavors of pumpkin pie: cinnamon, or nutmeg, or chai spice. But ginger was the one I like best. I adore the razor-sharp purity of its flavor, which we got from steeping vast quantities of sliced ginger root into heavy cream. This version is slightly different from other ginger ice creams I've made. While the ginger dominates, there's also a touch of cinnamon and clove, which gives the ice cream a heady depth. Bits of candied ginger add chewy pockets of brightness to the smooth cream. Even better, made with an egg yolk-thickened custard, this ice cream is particularly silky, melting over your pie slice into a puddle of spicy crème anglaise. Is it unnecessary? Absolutely. But it's a bit of Thanksgiving excess I'd never want to do without.

GINGER ICE CREAM

Steps:

• In a heavy saucepan over low heat, slowly bring cream, milk, sugar and ginger to a boil, stirring occasionally. Immediately remove from heat. Let ingredients steep together for 30 minutes.
• In a small bowl, beat egg yolks with melted white chocolate. Whisk into cream mixture. Strain custard through a fine-mesh sieve or cheesecloth into a large bowl.
• Pour custard into an ice-cream maker and freeze according to manufacturer's directions. Transfer ice cream to a container, cover and freeze.
• Scoop ice cream into dessert bowls. Sprinkle with crystallized ginger and white chocolate shavings, if desired.

MICROWAVE CHOCOLATE-CINNAMON PUDDING CAKES

Steps:

• Butter four 8-ounce ramekins. In food processor, finely grind chocolate. Add butter and sugar and process until thoroughly combined. Add flour, 1/4 cup of heavy cream, eggs, vanilla, cinnamon, baking powder, salt, and cloves, and process until smooth.
• Divide mixture evenly among ramekins and cover tightly with plastic wrap. (Batter can be made ahead and regfrigerated in ramekins, covered with plastic wrap, up to 6 hours.)
• Leaving plastic wrap in place, microwave ramekins on high for 1 minute 20 seconds. Remove from microwave and pierce plastic wrap with tip of sharp knife. Cover each ramekin with heavy plate and let stand, steaming, 7 minutes.
• While cakes are steaming, beat remaining 1/2 cup cream in large bowl until foamy and slightly opaque. Add confectioner's sugar and beat until soft peaks form.
• Remove plate and plastic wrap from each ramekin. Invert each cake onto individual serving plate and unmold. Top each with dollop of whipped cream, sprinkle with additional cinnamon, and serve.

MELISSA CLARK'S GINGER ICE CREAM

Steps:

• In a medium pot, stir together cream, milk, spices, salt, and sugar. Bring to simmer; remove from heat, cover and let steep 1 hour.
• In a medium bowl, whisk egg yolks, and then, still whisking, add 1/3 the cream mixture. Pour this back into pot of cream. Bring to simmer over medium low heat, stirring, and cook until it coats the back of a spoon (about 170 on instant-read thermometer).
• Strain through a fine sieve into a bowl. Let cool, then chill at least 4 hours or overnight.
• Freeze in your ice cream freezer, adding candied ginger at the very end.
• It can be eaten right away or packed and kept in freezer.

MAPLE BAKED APPLES WITH DRIED FRUIT AND NUTS

Steps:

• 1. Preheat the oven to 400°F. In a small bowl, mix together the brown sugar, dried fruit, and nuts.
• 2. Place the apples in a baking pan or casserole dish and stuff their cavities with the fruit and nut mixture. Place a piece of butter on top of the stuffing.
• 3. Pour the apple cider and maple syrup into the bottom of the baking pan and bake the apples, basting every 5 to 7 minutes, until they are tender, 25 to 35 minutes.
• 4. When the apples are tender, transfer them to a serving platter and cover with foil to keep warm. Pour the pan juices into a small saucepan and bring to a boil over high heat. Simmer the mixture until it becomes syrupy and reduces to a sauce, about 10 minutes. Serve over the apples.
• Serving Suggestions
• Serve with yogurt, whipped crème fraîche, or ginger ice cream.