I recently ventured back to ze old hometown that is Albany for a whirlwind stay. Among other things my dear father tried to fatten me up like a pig for slaughter with humongous servings of ice-cream each evening. Due to his cholesterol levels he can no longer eat it, so it was ‘my daughterly duty’ to consume all that was left in his freezer before departing. One evening I queried as to whether he had yet tried my blindingly easy coffee ice-cream. ‘No?’ he responded with a puzzled expression. Turns out I’d never posted the recipe! From last summer. Oh dear. So here we go Dad, I know you’re not meant to eat ice-cream any more, but if you’re going to break the rules this is where you should do it! Continue reading