I didn’t even eat a peach until I was in my 20’s, no joke. I thought they just came from cans and those things were too slimy for me. So I stayed clear. Now look at me, making peach pound cake and now salted caramel bourbon ice cream on top of peaches, I’ve come so far.
My lack of awareness about certain foods (peaches are just one of the many), could be due to the fact that I was the freaking pickiest eater ev-er! So my mom just rolled with it and only kept foods around I would eat. At least that’s my theory. Although, my mom has a simple food philosophy: if Costco doesnt have it, we don’t need it. Shoot, that’s her philosophy about everything from cars to dishwashers to toilet paper. I don’t think Costco had peaches 20 years ago (or maybe they did??). But thankfully Costco has really upped their produce game in the last 20 years or so because the branch didn’t fall too far from the tree on that Costco philosophy. During the summer when Costco has an abundance of amazing summer fruit, I stock up! When the box of peaches says, “I’m Ripe,” they really are! I eat like 3 just on the drive home (which is only 5 minutes). I also stock up on eggs, milk, heavy cream, and sugar, you know, all the essentials for my ice cream habit. Thank you Costco for enabling me. And no, this post in no way is sponsored by them.
You know what else? As a kid I also didn’t like caramel. At least I don’t remember ever wanting it or even really being around it. We would have hot fudge on our ice cream, that’s it. Even those caramel candy squares, or caramel apples, I really just don’t remember having them. We would have butterscotch chips around Christmas time to make haystack things, but that’s about as far from chocolate as we ventured. In my ripe old age of 30, I sometimes prefer caramel over chocolate, CRAY CRAY, I know. But a good homemade caramel, there’s nothin’ like it! And a SALTED caramel, good night, it’s like a flavor explosion of happiness. No, seriously, it is just out of this world.
All this to say, this dessert, it basically sums up all the things missing in my childhood. Because obviously I didn’t have bourbon either.