Black Cat Frozen Custard

Before frozen custard was a treat for sunny afternoons, it was something much older — and much stranger. In medieval kitchens cloaked in steam and shadow, witches stirred cream and egg yolks with herbs, salt, and spell work. One of the most gifted of these early dessert-witches was Katie Blackwood, a Portland healer, apothecary, and quiet rebel. Her frozen custards were laced with the forest — lavender from cliffside blooms, honey steeped in bone-warm sunlight, rosemary harvested under waning moons. Today, her legacy lives on here, behind the flickering window of Black Cat — a frozen custard shop in appearance, an old-world dessert apothecary in truth. Our witches work quietly behind the counter, churning each batch by hand, crafting enchantments that shift with the seasons and the stars.