Spicy Keto Chocolate Ice Cream

This is good hot knock out chocolate ice cream:

3/4 Cup Erythritol
3 oz 90% Cocoa Chocolate
1 1/2 Cups Heavy Whipping Cream
1 Cup Whole Milk (FairLife — it’s a low carb milk)
1/4 Cup Cocoa Powder
1/4 Teaspoon Salt
3 Egg Yolks
1/4 teaspoon of Xantham Gum
1 teaspoon vodka
1 1/2 Teaspoon Sonoran Spice Ghost Pepper, Fire Dust (https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00APTXF58/ref=oh_aui_detailpage_o08_s00?ie=UTF8&psc=1)


1) Chop up the chocolate really fine and put in a decent size pyrex bowl
2) Heat 1 cup heavy cream until it just starts to boil over medium heat
3) Pour the cream over the chocolate and stir until smooth
4) Pour this into a food processor
5) All milk and all other dry ingredients to the food processor
6) Process until smooth
7) Pour mixture into sauce pan and heat until it’s a bit hot to the touch
8) While that heats, put whisk egg yolks in a bowl
9) Put 1/4 cup of the warm mix into the egg yolks slowly and stir (do this twice)
10) Put the egg mix back into the saucepan
11) Bring back to just below boiling (stir all the time)
12) Add 1/4 teaspoon of Xantham Gum (do this slowly, so you don’t get clumps of it)
13) Once heated back up, transfer to a pyrex bowl, cover and let cool
14) Once cooled, place in the fridge for a couple hours, at least
15) Once chilled, follow you ice cream maker’s instructions, adding vodka just before starting the churn process.

Nutrition Facts Servings 4.0 Amount Per Serving calories 527 % Daily Value * Total Fat 51 g 79 % Saturated Fat 30 g 150 % Monounsaturated Fat 11 g Polyunsaturated Fat 2 g Trans Fat 0 g Cholesterol 269 mg 90 % Sodium 2555 mg 106 % Potassium 264 mg 8 % Total Carbohydrate 11 g 4 % Dietary Fiber 2 g 8 % Sugars 6 g
Protein 10 g 21 % Vitamin A 35 % Vitamin C 1 % Calcium 18 % Iron 6 %

Just a Quick Note from S1541

Hey all,

I know I have blasted out a bunch of poetry today and wanted to be sure I practiced full disclosure — some of the poems are complete re-writes of previous poems I have either posted here or on an old blog that I am not writing to anymore.

Many of my poems come to me quickly (between meetings at work, let’s say) and get them down as best I can and clear as I can.  Eventually I go back and re-read them and get the itch to change something — and the result is sometimes a whole new poem.  The entire meaning of the first poem is wiped away and something new springs forth — I have to publish this!  Yes!

So, sorry if you’ve read any of these before in different forms or similar, but brushed up, forms.  I am at least trying to add a new poem a day — or as close to daily as I can. 🙂 Follow through for me is a bit hard. 🙂

So, yeah — thank you!

Population — On Oregon Stand Off

320 million lonely sparks of light
shine for each other and sometimes
by themselves, without an audience
All moving, mostly circumscribed
though some go astray, some falter
some spin off, colliding with others
destroying along their broken path
some take, also breaking the calm,
unto themselves what is not theirs
some simply benignly sink or fade
while others burst froth great gouts
of explosive heat in a last dying gasp
to be something bigger than designed
to be something grander than planned
to be something other than another
in a big crowd, all too homogeneous
all so the same, and all too proscribed.

The Monster Behind the Door

Behind the door, open almost always
are small black puffs of Labrador hair
flecks of white, red from a couple pits
maybe a strand or two of husband/wife
brown, his being a bit darker than hers
a small but growing mass, protected
behind the door, open almost always
hidden from view and from broom
which too infrequently makes rounds
a mass of hair, gathering unto itself
like a beast gestating in a dark lair
unleashed only by closing the door


Log Jam

Days flow down and away
river jammed packed with logs
groaning together on the raging
waters from head of the flume
to the gated and closed bottom
groaning under pent up pressure
as if influenced by their own desire
to be free of the muddy slippery banks
and confines from shore to distant shore
to sail alone, with time to stretch, peacefully,
one at a time like a swimmer bobbing along
on the changing whim of the comforting current
finally being pushed downstream through the delta
into a the wide open raging sea to be confined no more
by shores but left to wander on one wave after another