i have a soft spot for s’mores – that old american campfire treat. charred marshmallows, oozing their sticky, squidgy insides onto melting chocolate and buttery biscuits. it’s pretty hard to beat in terms of its nomnomness. well, i’ve discussed my addiction to ice cream previously (here, and here) … so, combine the two? i’m yours, baby. s’mores ice cream cake. even typing the name makes me a little lightheaded.
following this recipe, you will need:
- 3 cups digestive biscuit or graham cracker crumbs
- 92g unsalted butter, melted
- 1 can evaporated milk
- 1 cup sugar
- 57g cooking chocolate
- 900ml vanilla, chocolate or other ice cream
- 1 bag of large marshmallows
combine 1 and 1/2 cups of the digestive biscuit crumbs (make by bashing in a freezer bag with a rolling pin or by blitzing in a food processor) with melted butter until it resembles wet sand. press into a springform cake tin and place in freezer.
in a saucepan, bring the evaporated milk, chocolate and sugar to the boil, then simmer, stirring continuously for 20 mins until it is thickened to a fudge consistency. remove from heat and allow to cool. pour fudge sauce over crumb crust and return to freezer for two hours.
20-30 mins before removing cake tin from freezer, take out your ice cream and allow to soften. press ice cream (i used a combo of vanilla and choc chip) into the cake tin on top of the fudge and smooth to create an even surface. sprinkle with remaining crumbs and place back in freezer for a minimum of two hours.
before serving, take the cake out of the freezer to soften just a little so it is easier to slice. toast the marshmallows by placing them on a baking tray under the grill for a few minutes until the tops are golden brown. watch them carefully – they have a habit of bursting into flames. transfer the marshmallows with a greased spatula to the cake. you should have enough to cover the entire cake if you squish them in a little. the sticky marshmallows will stick together so they don’t fall off.
this cake is a gooey, sticky, melting mess. it’s not pretty, and i assure you, you won’t look pretty eating it.
who cares? i certainly didn’t as i greedily shovelled it into my mouth. or when i was caught with my head in the freezer, sneaking seconds, and thirds, and fourths. before i knew it, the whole cake was gone, and the button on my skinny jeans was pressing rather painfully into my waist. worth it. totally worth it.