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.