"Can't I Eat It Now?"

I'm hoping that sometime this summer, I get to make ice cream. It's a process I remember from summers gone by. Freezing and chipping ice, picking flavors, keeping the mixer going. I remember it being a long and involved process. No one person ever had sole claim on the "making." The chair got occupied by basically everyone nearby, for at least a few minutes.

It turns out it's the perfect summer social activity while the family is in town. You're stuck sitting down, no one person can churn for very long, and it leaves your mouth free to chat.

And my grandparents were right: when you do it for yourself, it does taste better than the stuff from the store.