Name: Gelato Alla Vaniglia (Vanilla Ice Cream)
Ingredients: 2 c Milk; 2 c Cream; 1 c Sugar; 1 Vanilla bean, 4" long; 6 Egg yolks; 1 pn Salt

CATEGORY	CUISINE	TAG	YIELD
Dairy, Grains, Eggs	Italian	Desserts, Italian	1	Servings

INGREDIENTS

2	c	Milk
2	c	Cream
1	c	Sugar
1		Vanilla bean, 4" long
6		Egg yolks
1	pn	Salt

INSTRUCTIONS

Split and crush the bean in a motar.  Place milk, cream, sugar, and
bean in an enamel pan over low heat.  Bring to the scalding point.
Beat the egg yolks with the salt till foamy, then add in the scalded
cream mix, mixing well.  Pour back into enamel pan  and place over
lowest heat . Stir constantly until mix coats a metal spoon.  Pour
through sieve into a bowl and chill thoroughly before freezing in a
ice cream maker. (Note:The little specks of bean should not worry
you: they are an indication that the best ingredients have been used.
Compliments of:
Kathleen's Recipe Swap Page   recipes@escape.ca
http://www.escape.ca/~myhome/recipes
Posted to MM-Recipes Digest V4 #10 by recipes@escape.ca on Mar 23, 1999

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