Getting Cranked on Ice Cream Unless You Have The Balls or Get Bagged
Redneck Diva is making ice cream in a bag. There is nothing more American (Norte Americano) than home made ice cream on the 4th of July. I told her of the ice cream ball which is a lot of fun and certainly more reliable than the bags that zip shut with a strip of plastic on ah shit, Zip-Loc bags (registered trademark or not…)
This is probably a lot more fun – for sure a lot more expensive – than ice cream in baggies. I told Kristen that she and her buds can sit in a circle with their Buds and kick the ball back and forth. It only makes one serving – a quart – so there may be fisticuffs.
This little ball would also be great for frozen Marge and Rita’s, right?
Back in the day, we made most of our homemade ice cream in the winter! Ice was easier to come by at that time year in Michigan. It wasn’t sold at every gas station or grocery store like it is now.
We had a big old wooden ice cream maker that would make 8 quarts at a time! Hand cranked of course. But the rock salt had worked its magic over the years and the latches were a little loose. Since I was the right height and weight, I got to stand on top of the gearbox that turned the paddles so everything would stay engaged.
We made the ice cream in the basement and drained the saltwater into our septic tank. So I would stand on top and hold onto the joists for the floor above while Dad and brother cranked.
One of the fantastic memories I have is removing the paddle when the ice cream was done and taking the spoon and getting that first taste.
Oh damn, I have always wanted to make homemade ice cream but have never got around to doing it. For that matter, I always thought the idea of churning butter was cool, but I’ve never done that either.
We have a slushie machine (basically a cheap-ass blender from Target) for the kids. Nowhere near the same, I’m afraid.
I didn’t know you were from Michigan. Which bit? For a while about 15 years ago I had a crazy hair up my ass about moving to the Upper Peninsula, but that turned out to be just another instance of trying to get the hell out of California somehow, anyhow.
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My little sister bought a new-fangled fancy schmancy ice cream maker with a motor and everything. It ran us all out of the house because of the horrendous noise it emitted! Good grief, I’d have rather pulled a muscle cranking my nana’s old maker rather than listen to that horrible new one!
With this ice cream in a bag, though, all I had to listen to was my kids repeatedly asking, “Mom? Mom! Do you think it’s ready? I’m tired of shaking it! This is taking forEVER! When will it be done?” etc, lather, rinse, repeat, yada yada yada.
Where’s Nana’s old ice cream maker when you need it?
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Oh by the way…thanks for the whole entire post sparked by little ol’ me! This is the second time lately, you old coot! I’m gonna have to bake you cookies or something.
At I’m so thankful that at least this time it wasn’t about me farting at the Tastee Freez….
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@Gretchen: Allen, MI – where MI, OH and IN come together. Be glad you didn’t move there. It is so depressed and has been for two decades. The UP (yoopers) is wilderness living.
@Redneck Diva: We have a Donvier ice cream maker!!! woo hoo. It makes about two quarts and is hand crank. We had an electric one too, and don’t recall it being overly noisy.
We made homemade ice cream in the winter too. No cranking necessary -just mix white snow (use yellow snow for fake lemon), sugar, vanilla, and a little milk.
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@Catch Her In The Wry: Har, Har, Har. We have made snow cream too. Not bad!