It does not take a special occasion to indulge ourselves in the making of homemade ice cream at my house. It reminds me of my childhood and the too numerous to count times of churning with the old-fashioned, wooden-boxed, hand cranked ice cream makers in my grandmother's backyard. The cousins would all take turns, one sitting on the top to steady it and the other one to turn the crank. Since we were such a large family of aunts, uncles and oodles of cousins, everyone joined in and it would take two freezers to feed us all.
Our ice cream maker is an electric device, but it still turns out the most delicious of ice cream. We truly can not decide which flavor is our favorite, strawberry, peach or banana, but banana has been the favored choice lately.
Company is coming tonight so I plan to make a peach blueberry cobbler with homemade vanilla ice cream for dessert. The cobbler does not need the ice cream and the ice cream definitely does not need the cobbler, but what a mingling to cause the taste buds to explode with sweet ambrosial pleasure.
