Sometimes, you just have to roll up your sleeves and get to it.
Expect the worst; hope for the best; take what comes.
Just. Like. That.
This week's Tuesday's with Dorie recipe had me in a "no faith" state of mind.
Little piles of baked butter-drenched, sugar-dusted, fettuccini-ized phyllo dough were supposed to serve as the base and top for an ice cream sandwich. Sure, there was a picture of it in the book (see page 336 of Baking with Julia); but my inner skeptic figured that there was some kind of baking voodoo behind all that. (We all know that professional bakers are able to accomplish feats that just aren't possible for us mere mortals, right?)
I will get this out of the way, right now... I was wrong. Apparently, little fettuccini-ized phyllo nests are sturdy enough that one CAN layer ice cream between them and pick them up and eat them like a sandwich. The whole deal was a little crumbly, but it worked.
Oh, me of no faith...
Here's how it went down: phyllo dough nest, a scoop of raspberry cheesecake gelato, another phyllo nest. I skipped the fruit salad and garnished the plate with a sprig of mint and a berry kabob.
Easy, peasy. Call me Lou-ez.
That'll teach me.
This post participates in Tuesdays with Dorie. Blogged descriptions of this most unusual ice cream treat can be found here.