Makes Me Smile: Homemade Ice Cream

A few years ago we were sitting on our pontoon boat in the middle of a lake on July 4th watching the fireworks while tied to another pontoon boat of friends we had ran into earlier that day. Both boats were at full occupant capacity. There were lots of laughter and conversation taking place among the occupants. But the one thing that stood out for me is that one of the passengers on the other boat had made homemade peach ice cream. I didn’t partake due to the amount of kids on the two boats. I wanted to make sure they all had their fill. But since that day my taste buds had yearned to taste homemade peach ice cream.

I have fond memories of my grandparents farm and the homemade ice cream my grandfather had made. But never “peach” ice cream.

Fast forward to July 2016.

Stored out in my shed was this ice cream maker.

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I was my mother’s and it has never been used. The motor is electric and the container is made from cedar.

I had no instructions and the box had become worn and torn and was thrown away some time ago. I kept it tied up in a trash bag to protect it because I was determined to one day learn how to use it.

I began researching the ice cream maker by the info on the motor and found that the company that made it was no longer in business so no instructions on how to use it are available. But what I did find out is that the company who made it had been sold in 1967 and the production of the ice cream maker had been stopped.

So I set out to find out how to make homemade ice cream on my own. A friend who has one of those new fangled makers told me how her’s operates and how to add the ice and salt and so forth.

So I plugged it in to make sure it works, after all it has been sitting unused for almost 50 years. I was one step closer to creating the homemade peach ice cream my taste buds had been yearning for.

I found a peach ice cream recipe on Pinterest, bought all the ingredients (except for fresh picked peaches that were given to me from another friend).

And last saturday I layered ice and salt around the canister and stirred up all the ice cream ingredients, poured them in and turned on the maker.

OMGosh! That ice cream was delicious!! It was everything my taste buds were expecting.

No, I didn’t take pics of the process mostly because I was too excited to actually be make my first batch of homemade ice cream and also because I wasn’t too sure how it was gonna turn out.

Up next, homemade strawberry ice cream. I can’t wait!!!

Lemme know if you’d like me to post pics of the process. Just in case you have an ice cream maker sitting around with no instructions.

By the way, that friend, the one who told me how her maker works, she created and gave me a small recipe book with several ice cream recipes. Oh boy! I can’t wait to try them all!!

Homemade peach ice cream is making me smile!!

What flavor of homemade ice cream makes you smile?

Happy Wednesday!

TPF ūüėČ

Grandpa’s Shotgun

I have a cousin who is about 5 years older than me that lives in another state. 

When I was about 11 years old, she came to visit for a few weeks in the summer.

In agreement with our Grandparents, her bedroom was in the camper, just behind the house.

Let me fill you in about this cousin. She is beautiful.  Long, dark hair, dark eyes and beautifully tanned. A little older than me, she was into boys. I was just beginning to get curious.

Since I knew all the local boys, I introduced her to a few of them in the area. And I must say they were all, more than a little, smitten with her.

Remember, I am from the country. A small town in West Virginia. And so were the boys that, in a very short time, my cousin had wrapped around her finger.

On one particular night, she invited me to come over and stay with her in the camper. After arriving, she informed me that some of the boys were to visit later that night.

Our Grandparents went to bed with the chickens. They should be well asleep when the boys arrived.

She and I stayed inside the camper with the door locked. They stayed on the outside and we talked through an open window.

But they couldn’t talk quietly. The laughing and such woke¬†our Grandmother.

Did I tell you the camper was right outside her bedroom window?

Grandmother woke Grandfather. I don’t know how long they were awake, but I knew they were awake when I heard the sound of my Grandfathers shotgun.

Talking about scared! Those boys took off running. Jumping the chain link fence, that surrounded my Grandparents yard, in one leap.

No climbing.

No stopping to open the gate.

They never missed a step. They ran, jumped and kept running. Oh, yeah, they had to jump the creek on the other side of the fence, too.

My Grandmother was more than a little upset with my cousin and I. And knowing this, I called my Mom to come get me first thing the next morning. I don’t know if anything was ever said to my cousin the next day. But we both found out that there is no messing around with the Grandparents, they mean business.

My Grandfather was a very quiet man. Sometimes I wonder if he went back to bed that night with a grin on his face. I’ll bet it tickled him, just a little, to see those boys running as if the devil himself were on their heels.

Come to think of it…

I don’t remember ever talking to any of those boys again.

I am still curious to know just how far they ran before they stopped to catch their breath.