A recent call-in episode where ice cream cake came up continues to spark debate. (I'll also point you to an earlier post on a musical exploration of the issue.) Mary writes to say that while store bought ice cream cakes sag, a homemade ice cream cake can sing: My husband made me the most delicious ice cream cake. It had butter pecan
Sporkful fan Cody from Seattle created this sinful demonchild of cake and cheeseburger. Is it a hideous monster or a clever course-melding time saver? Tell us in the comments. Cody says it was "surprisingly good. I wouldn't go so far as to say it was delicious, but the savory mixed with the sweet worked. I actually think it could have
We field calls from a man in Vancouver who despises ice cream cake, a couple in Chicago facing a condimental divide, and a woman in Montana with a philosophical query about granola.
Attention West Coast. If any of you check this out, let us know if it's worthwhile artistically or foodistically. And do tell what it makes you want more: food, or boxy hipster transport machines. If nothing else, I'm glad to know there is a Candy Wrapper Museum in this world. /mark [vimeo http://www.vimeo.com/11669679 w=500&h=283]
On next week's show I'll talk a bit about my recent trip to Israel, and the culinary highlights of the voyage. Way up on the list was aranygaluska, a desert made by Mrs. Sporkful's 89-year-old grandmother, who comes from the tradition of Hungarian bakers. It's a bunch of munchkin-sized dough balls rolled in butter, sugar, cinnamon, nuts, preserves, and more,