the box on the dining room table

strawberry balsamic & black pepper ice cream | the merry gourmet

There is a box on the dining room table. The box is a run-of-the-mill cardboard box, about 7 inches square. There are no shipping labels on the box, just a name, written in black Sharpie. The top flaps of the box are folded in an overlapping fashion, as I might have done with that box of stuffed animals I moved from my childhood bedroom to my college dorm. Because we are lazy people, the box is surrounded by stacks of my daughter’s clean laundry, a set of folded sheets, an unopened wine bottle that hasn’t yet found it’s home in the wine fridge, and some of my son’s school artwork.

The handwritten name on the box reads, “George, Truett.”

My father’s ashes are inside. I presume they are in a plastic bag, but I am not certain, because I’ve not mustered the courage to open the box.

Last week, when I spoke to my mother about babysitting the kids on Friday, I said to her, “Bring Dad, please.”

She hesitated, the words slowly making sense to her. “Oh,” she said. “Oh. Okay. I’ll bring your dad’s ashes.”

We’re taking our kids to Yellowstone National Park later this month. The last time I was there was the only time I was there, and it was part of a six-week road trip across the United States. I was ten or eleven, about my daughter’s age. My brother was a little younger than my son is now.

yellowstone national park, early 1980s

Two days before my father went into the hospital for his final stay, I told him that Sam and I were taking the kids to Yellowstone. He was the most lucid and alert he’d been in at least a month or two. He smiled, and his eyes held that twinkle that was so much a part of my father that it had become hard to see him without it.

“You know,” he said, “I’d really like to come with you to Yellowstone.”

“I know, Dad,” I had said. “I know you would.”

My father died nine days later. As he wished, we had his body cremated. His ashes now sit in a cardboard box on my dining room table. And for some silly and illogical reason – and I can almost hear him saying to me, “Merry Jennifer, be logical.” – I feel comforted whenever I think, Dad is in my dining room.

Dad, or at least a part of him, is coming with our family to Yellowstone after all. He didn’t know he’d be traveling to one of his favorite places on this earth, one last time, but I think he’d be pleased. When the time is right, and in just the right spot, we’ll leave a bit of him there, to revel in the beauty of this country just a while longer.

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This ice cream recipe has nothing to do with my father. Mostly, I wanted to give you a sweet treat in exchange for reading one more post about my father. Dad loved ice cream, just like my husband loves ice cream, and this recipe would have been no exception. The flavors of the strawberry balsamic and black pepper are subtle, but they’re there, like that twinkle in my father’s eye. If you’re paying attention, you’ll notice.

strawberry balsamic and black pepper ice cream | the merry gourmet

Strawberry Balsamic & Black Pepper Ice Cream

Ice cream can be intimidating, but it gets easier with practice. For me, an instant read thermometer makes the process so much easier and more reliable. I am a huge fan of the Thermapen.

Ingredients:

1-3/4 cups heavy cream
1-1/4 cups whole milk
1/2 cup plus 2 tablespoons sugar
1/3 cup light corn syrup
1/4 teaspoon kosher salt
6 large egg yolks
1 teaspoon vanilla extract

1/4 cup strawberry balsamic and black pepper sauce

Directions:

Place a 9-inch-square metal baking pan in freezer. Combine heavy cream, milk, 1/4 cup plus 2 tablespoons sugar, corn syrup, and salt in medium saucepan. Heat over medium-high heat, stirring occasionally, until mixture is steaming steadily and registers 175 degrees, 5 to 10 minutes. Remove saucepan from heat.

While cream mixture heats, whisk yolks and remaining 1/4 cup sugar in bowl until smooth. Slowly whisk 1 cup heated cream mixture into egg yolk mixture. Return entire mixture to saucepan and cook over medium-low heat, stirring constantly, until mixture thickens and registers 180 degrees, 7 to 14 minutes. Stir in vanilla and remove from heat. Using a fine mesh strainer, carefully strain custard into a large bowl and let cool. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate overnight (or up to 24 hours).

Stir strawberry balsamic and black pepper sauce into chilled custard. Transfer custard to ice-cream machine and churn according to your machine's instructions. Ice cream will be soft serve consistency. Scoop ice cream into the frozen baking pan and press plastic wrap on surface. Return to freezer until firm around edges, at least 1 hour. Transfer ice cream to airtight container, pressing firmly to remove any air pockets, and freeze until firm, at least 2 hours.

Adapted from this recipe from  Cook's Illustrated, from July 1, 2011.

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17 Responses to “our newest addition”

  1. Congratulations MJ. He’s gorgeous.

  2. Sam @ The Second Lunch — March 16, 2014 @ 6:08 pm

    He’s wonderful – cute furry love is the best medicine 🙂

  3. As a Maine coon mama myself, I have supported your decision from the start. I love the name Jackson, and now I want to have book club with you and discuss BOTH the Knightsbridge books!! I adored them. I’m reading his new trilogy now, but finding it hard to love the way I did Pillars.

  4. Maria Raynal — March 16, 2014 @ 9:19 pm

    Irrational Me’s attitude made me laugh. : ) I love his name and Pillars of the Earth. Good call on all counts. Xoxo

  5. Gail — March 17, 2014 @ 7:43 am

    Sometimes the most irrational decisions produce wonderful results.
    Ergo, Josie.

  6. cherie — March 17, 2014 @ 10:49 am

    Some things just feel right – now’s a good time to indulge your inner self – he’s absolutely adorable – snuggle him extra today for me!

  7. Lynda - TasteFood — March 17, 2014 @ 10:51 am

    I love the irrational you. What a gorgeous cat! Coons are my favorite.

  8. Paula — March 17, 2014 @ 10:53 am

    What a beautiful cat and photo! Congratulations on welcoming Jackson (love his name and all that it stands for) into your home and hearts. He is right where he was meant to be.

  9. Di — March 17, 2014 @ 11:21 am

    Awwwww! What a lovie.

  10. jacquie — March 17, 2014 @ 11:46 am

    he is beautiful. kudos to the irrational you – she done good. life keep moving around the cycle regardless of whether we want it to or not doesn’t it?

  11. Sue H. — March 17, 2014 @ 11:54 am

    I think it is a great tribute to your dad…I approve!

  12. Mimi — March 17, 2014 @ 12:00 pm

    He’s gorgeous.

  13. Katy — March 17, 2014 @ 3:15 pm

    Jackson is precious, as is his name and it’s meaning to you. Petting and loving a pet is great theraphy! Blessings, Katy

  14. Katy — March 17, 2014 @ 3:17 pm

    PS Does Jackson come in black? I’m down to 2 black cats, an all time low.

  15. vagabonde — March 23, 2014 @ 1:23 pm

    What an adorable kitten! I am sure he will give you much love and support. I applaud your decision to bring him into your home.

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  17. Colleen — May 24, 2014 @ 9:14 am

    Absolutely adorable! Those ears just make a person want to scoop him up and commence cuddling!

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