Origin: Syria

385 Calories per serving

Ingredients

• 1 cup Whole Milk
• 2 cup Heavy Whipping Cream
• 1 tbs Vanilla Extract
• 1 tbsp Orange Blossom Water
• 1/2 cup Organic Maple Syrup
• 1 tsp Mastic
• 1 tbsp Sahlap

Optional

• Santa Cruz Paleo au natural protein powder (1 scoop) – link in my home page*

Toppings

• Crushed Pistachios
• Shaved Chocolate

Instructions

• Pour 1 tbsp Sahlap, 1 tsp Mastic & 1/2 cup organic maple syrup in a hot pan medium low heat (Stir until it thickens then set it aside cool it off in the fridge for about 30 minutes)
• Once the pan mixture is cooled off for 30 minutes add the mixture into our bowl mixture with all ingredients – Heavy Cream, Milk, Vanilla Extract, Orange Blossom Water & optional protein powder
• Use a mixer take plenty of time to mix it all (make sure mixture is stretchy)
• Taste Test
• Pour mixture into Ninja Creami Pints & freeze for 12-16 hours (Feeds up to 2 people)
• Insert into Ninja Creami, use Ice Cream option
• Add crushed pistachios topping, use mix-in option. Sprinkle some shaved chocolate & few leftover pistachios over the ice cream & enjoy!

Path To Idea

Some memories don’t just stay in your mind—they linger on your tongue. For me, it’s the unmistakable stretch and subtle perfume of booza. Some of my earliest memories of Ramadan traveling in the Middle East with family are tied to the sound of wooden mallets pounding ice cream in the old streets—vendors stretching booza by hand, folding it with rosewater, sahlab, and mastic, then pressing it into cones rolled in pistachios. It wasn’t just dessert; it was tradition passed down through generations across Syria and the Levant.

That memory stayed with me. This version is my healthy, modern take—lower in sugar, made with clean ingredients—but still rooted in the cultural rhythm of those evenings. A small tribute to a dessert that’s more than just a treat: it’s a story, a memory, and a heritage I’ll always carry.

This recipe is my way of honoring those childhood moments. It’s where nostalgia meets tradition, and where a single stretch of ice cream tells the story of a place, a people, and a time that still lives inside me.