I is for Ice Cream, or...
homemade strawberry sorbet, from an ice cream maker, served at sunset, after a long turn of the churn and multi-additions of rock salt and ice.
Much moaning and groaning and re-assigning turns took place while we all imagined what was happening inside the pot. The ice cream maker has an electric attachment (unlike the old device that Dad cranked for a long time to produce our special occasion dessert!) but I insisted that the strong bodies were capable of cranking and I was proven right.
The sorbet was ideal and, come nightfall, there wasn't an insomniac in the group.
Do you have an ice cream machine?
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