The third Sunday in July is National Ice Cream Day. Wow, I almost missed this holiday! Some homemade ice cream would have been in order today, but instead I scooped out some Breyer’s that was sitting in our freezer. Nothing is as good as homemade, though.
There’s still one of those childhood memories I have about homemade ice cream. I was probably around 5 years old. Our family arrived at my grandparents’ house. My grandfather was underneath a tree cranking the ice cream freezer. I remember running up to him and asking if I could crank it. He said “sure”, stopped, then allowed me to take the crank. The crank only moved about half way around in my tiny hands. Realizing I just wasn’t strong enough, I let him take the crank again. He laughed in that loving grandfather way, sending me on my way to play.
Now my ice cream maker uses electric to crank because the manual ice cream makers cost more than the electric. Truth be told, I’d probably not have the endurance to crank it for 20-30 minutes anyway.