I can’t take credit for this one since it has been published on several websites. It’s simple, delicious, and, best of all, dairy-free. The only problem is that you need to refrigerate the coconut cream overnight. I usually keep two large cartons in the fridge at all times. This way, I’m ready to make homemade coconut whipped cream, yogurt, and ice cream. When you whip this up, add a teaspoon of cocoa powder and a dash of cinnamon, cardamom, ginger, or lemon zest to pair it with your dessert. This must be whipped in a small food processor on high or with a beater using a 9-10 inch tall narrow container.
I love the website, Downshiftology. Lisa Bryan has a video showing how to make this coconut whipped cream. Her site has refreshing recipes and great ideas for staying gluten-free while traveling. Check it out!
COCONUT WHIPPED CREAM
Ingredients
- 1 32 oz coconut cream milk or 2 15 oz cans
- 1 Tbsp organic honey maple syrup or birch tree sugar
- 1 tsp tapioca starch
- 1 tsp homemade vanilla or scrape the inside of a vanilla bean
Directions
- Step 1 Place the coconut cream in the refrigerator for 24 hours.
- Step 2 Place the food processor bowl or the immersion mixing attachment and blades in the freezer and chill for 30 minutes.
- Step 3 When coconut milk is chilled, turn the carton/can of coconut cream upside down and open.
- Step 4 Pour the coconut water into a storage container and use for your smoothies later. This keeps for a week in the refrigerator.
- Step 5 Place the firm coconut cream into your chilled food processor or immersion processor bowl. Add the honey and, vanilla, tapioca starch, and beat on high until fluffy, about 3-5 minutes
- Step 6 When stiff and fluffy, you can add a dash of cinnamon or your favorite spice to complement your dessert.
- Step 7 Use immediately or place in the refrigerator until ready to use.
- Step 8 Tip: Try it on top of one of my Bomb-a-rama Brownies & Raspberry Cream!
I'm Melinda Stevens and living the life of a beach bum was inevitable since my father was a lifeguard for the city of Los Angeles. My memories of growing up on John Street in Manhattan Beach, California were filled with joy, excitement and adventures; until my world, as I knew it, fell apart when we moved to Del Mar, California. My father was offered the position as Captain of the lifeguards and we started the slow migration to the small deserted stretch of beach in 1963. At twelve years old, this seemed like the end of my life. Remember, I’m writing with clear hindsight now, ok somewhat clearer… Little did I know this would be the beginning of a new journey and give a bit more clarity to many of the events that led me to this new cooking adventure.