Honestly, I don’t know what makes this ice cream different from all others, except maybe the lack of corn products and other odd ingredients. According to the package, it’s pretty basic, like homemade. (Or Peacock’s Homemade/Hand-Packed, for those of us from Wilmette and Evanston, IL).
My new roommate, Paul Oveisi (Persian-American, no less!), of Austin, TX, has just opened the Ronnybrook Milk Bar, smack in the middle of the Chelsea Market. It features Ronnybrook ice cream — a real eye-opener for me, ever since he brought home some samples.
For starters, I’m lactose intolerant. But this stuff doesn’t produce any of the side effects I normally get from milk products! It’s so light and natural-tasting, I’m having the strawberry ice cream for breakfast (with blueberries and bananas added by me), instead of cereal.
It reminds me of the fabulous Jersey Belle strawberries old Adam Voight used to bring my mom every July 4th in Door County. (That may be an extinct variety now that Adam’s dead and his log cabin has returned to the earth). While they existed, however, they were the best strawberries on the planet, bar NONE! And believe me, I’ve looked everywhere for something even comparable.
Meanwhile, if you want to know more about Ronnybrook and its 150 cows in upstate NY, here’s the link:
And NO, I don’t get paid anything for saying all this (maybe I should?). In fact, Paul doesn’t even know I’m writing about his ice cream. It’s just that it’s soooo good I have to share!