My dad used to call it a “fortuitous concatenation of shadows.” He is a physician, so it is certainly a term of his art and he and his ilk took it to mean something very specific with regard to imaging technology and reading or interpreting x-rays. It trickled down into our home vernacular as something slightly like great luck.
Several events had to concatenate to cause this ice cream to occur, namely, a gift and a gaffe. My dad’s wife, Melody, thought that the hot weather signaled the onset of ice cream making moods so she sent their grandkids a big box containing a wonderful ice cream maker. Second, I did something I’m strictly not allowed to do…I ran out of sugar and did nothing about it for too long. Then, one evening without sugar and with an ice cream maker in plain sight I thought, “I wonder what would happen if I just made ice cream with brown sugar?” This was an awesome thing to wonder and resulted in ice cream that is out of this world good. This is truly one of my very favorite culinary inventions.