When she has the kitchen all to herself, Phyllis Grant of Dash and Bella cooks beautiful iterations of what solo meals were always meant to be: exactly what you want, when and where you want them.
Today: Ice cream is sacred. Start churning this one now -- and don't stop until summer is over.
It would be super messed up to place an ice cream cone in a child's hand and then tell him not to lick it. Especially right before dinner, in the bright early evening sun, when he's thirsty and hungry.
Sit down. Turn to the left. Don’t move your arm.
Because ice cream is like gold to a child.
Now extend your arm out straight.
It can be a reward, a treasure, a home base.
Stand up. Look straight ahead.
A beginning, an end, a surprise.
Nope. Need the back light. Turn back this way.
It can announce the beginning of summer. The end of a baseball game. A penance paid by parents.
Dude. Your arm is bouncing all over the place.
It can be a naughty, sneaky freezer adventure.
Great. That’s it. Got it. Just a few more.
Ice cream is sacred.
Watch out. You're tipping the cone.
But when it comes to photos, ice cream cones look so lonely by themselves.
Can you be still?
And no one wants to see a photo a 44-year-old mama eating an ice cream cone.
Let me just touch up the scoop.
People want a rosy-cheeked, shirtless kid.
Don’t lick the drips. They’re so beautiful.
Smile. Almost done.
I lock focus on a drip as it rolls up and over the rim of the cone. Through the camera's viewfinder, I see his sun-flushed cheeks.
Are you hot?
I watch his brow shifting into a deep furrow.
Are you okay?
I put down the camera.
Have a big lick now. And then you can have an enormous cone after your dinner.
I swear I will never do this again.
1 1/2 cups heavy cream
1 1/2 cups half and half
6 egg yolks
1/4 teaspoon kosher salt
2/3 cup sugar
1/4 cup water
Photos by Phyllis Grant