It’s not quite as exotic walking on hot coals . . .
But I used to chase the neighborhood ice cream truck barefoot. If you’ve ever heard asphalt sizzle on a blistery Texas day, though, you know it’s pretty much the same thing.
These days I still love ice cream, but not all the weird additives and non-food ingredients in most commercial brands. After our garage sale ice cream maker went kaput a couple of years ago, the kids and I tried several, ahem, creative techniques for making it. Unfortunately they’ve never come close to the slow-churned goodness of real homemade ice cream, so you can imagine my excitement when Daddypotamus walked through the door with a Cuisanart Pure Indulgence last week. You guys, I am in LOVE!
Since desserts only get sweeter when shared . . .
I gave away two when we first bought ours!