My birthday was a few weeks ago (and yeah, I'm still waiting for your card). 

My in-laws stepped up big though, and got me a new ice cream book. It's written by the guys from Humphrey Slocumbe, in San Francisco. Whenever I admit to the possibility of moving to the West Coast, it's places like this that draw me. For some reason, there seem to be a lot more little hole-in-the-wall ice cream places in California than here in DC. 

With friends coming to visit, I figured this was a good excuse to make something a little more involved than my usual cholate hazelnut (as incredible as it is). Flipping through the book, I found a recipe for a bourbon caramel sauce, that only needed a couple ingredients and sounded really easy. Plus, it was a bourbon caramel sauce. That's all upside. 

Here's the recipe: 

  1. Put some sugar and water in a pot
  2. Turn up the heat, and leave it alone. When it starts to caramelize, add the bourbon. 
  3. Enjoy
I spend enough time on food blogs to know that people think making caramel is hard. National Spelling Bee hard (I'm looking at you 'guetapens'). But this recipe looked so easy, I figured they must be talking about some other kind of caramel. And if there was a lot of room for error, surely they would have mentioned something in the recipe, right?

Well.. they weren't, and they didn't. My first two tries turned into a pot full of crystallized sugar. I would have taken pictures, but it was too disheartening. Thanks to a Good Eats clip, Katie's urging, and my innate stubbornness, I rallied for a third attempt, and victory was mine.

Well, victory may be too strong a word.

I was looking at a half-inch thick block of boubon-caramel rock candy, smeared out on my silpat baking sheet. At that point, I called a truce with chemistry, covered the candy with some plastic wrap, and went to bed. 

After a couple days to recover, it was time to see whether I could salvage anything from the mess I'd made. The first question was, how do I break it up into small enough pieces so people eating the ice cream don't crack a tooth? Katie's answer: a hammer. 
You would think by now I would know better than to doubt her. The hammer worked perfectly (just ignore the little shards of candy all over the kitchen floor), and I mixed the candy into the ice cream. I was a little hesitant, because some of the pieces were big enough to choke a horse, but I knew if worst came to worst, it just meant more for me.  

But.. by some weird fluke of chemistry, the little chunks of bourbon-caramel goodness kind of melted, resulting in this incredible caramel flavored ice cream (the bourbon gets a little lost), with soft little nuggets of bourbon-caramel candy inside.
And that little puddle at the bottom of the container? That's bourbon-caramel sauce! Maybe if you're lucky I'll save you a bite. 
 


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