After a three-hour bike ride, and maybe too much sun, the only thing I want is a huge cone of pineapple whip. It’s true, I could have wandered to every ice cream shop in Grenoble looking for something similar, but without any guarantee of pineapple. And maybe I wanted more than just a tiny scoop.
Everything is in grams instead of ounces, and I’m not exactly sure how “heavy whipping cream” would be translated into French…or if that is even a thing here. There is no crushed pineapple, but the ring-type will have to do. This is the tiny (petit) grocery store, not the big (geant) one, so I can’t find lemon or lime juice. The pineappley taste will have to suffice. I blend it all up and I stick it in the freezer willing myself not to go check on it every five minutes, which would let all the COLD escape.
I used this recipe that I stumbled upon on Pinterest a few months ago as a reference. It's from Prudy at Prudence Pennywise. That is recipe no. 6 made from Pinterest crossed off my [25 before 25] list.
It was better than I expected, but not quite the same as what you'd find in Springfield. I wish I had a picture for you, but we ate it all before that could take place. It was that good.