Two of my favorite memories are ice cream related. "Ice cream" What do those words mean to you? Childhood memories are my first connections and mental images. Running after the ice cream truck. Begging mom for coins. And the delirious satisfaction at the first sweet, creamy smell and taste as it drips down your hand. Sigh. As an adult, when my wife brought home an ice cream machine a few years ago, I had zero interest. “Great.” I thought. “More calories I don’t need.” So, I ignored it for a couple of years. Then the pandemic hit. And you know, time and opportunity, and boredom. On impulse one day I pulled the ice cream machine out of the pantry and started experimenting. My first batches of ice cream were icy. Not exactly what I was attempting to make. So, more experiments. While edible, and fun to play with, my results were not satisfying. One day while I was looking for another ice cream recipe online, I saw in a comment the solution to my conundrum. Which led to my ...
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