I envisioned calling for my children - all six of them - that the ice cream was ready. They would line up, faces bright with smiles, as I dished luscious peach ice cream into their bowls. Peaches from my own trees, just down the hill. I can almost hear their choruses of "thank you, Mommy" and "you're the best mommy in the whole wide world."
Of course, that's when reality intrudes. What child would ever say that without wanting something very, very badly.
My fantasy would be helped if we had a yard with oak trees, a porch and lived in a part of the country with fireflies. And the idea of Chad reading Tennyson to me is enough to make me laugh until I cry. If I had changed my vision to him reading the latest baseball stats, well, then, I'd be closer to reality.
Still...the idea of homemade ice cream niggled in my brain until one day, a couple weeks ago, I made some using the sandwich bag method. A bit frustrated with the amount of work, I borrowed my mother-in-law's ice cream maker and decided to make a go of it.
Of course, the ice cream maker hadn't been used in quite some time and I couldn't seem to get all the rust out of the can. So off to the store where they were selling a little plastic number on clearance. I got home, researched recipes and finally came up with banana ice cream.
I rounded up the ingredients: banana, vanilla, sugar, cream and salt. Ice, of course, sat waiting in the sink.
I mixed everything together, layered my salt and ice and then...let electricity to it's magic.
A half hour later, we had smooth and creamy ice cream. Of course, I didn't realize when I first started this process, but you're supposed to "harden" it. So...into the freezer went the can. It was well worth the wait.
While I'm not certain how cost-effective this process was, I have to say that it tasted better than store bought.
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