Last Saturday, we packed up our trusty ice cream maker and headed to Paw Paw and Valerie's for supper and some yummy peach ice cream. Why peach? Glad you asked. Paw Paw had recently taken a trip to Georgia to see family and had brought back some fresh Georgia peaches.
When we got there, Marlo and Heath were busy finishing the ribs on the grill, so I blended up all the ingredients for the ice cream and got it all ready. I loaded it down with ice and salt, and we were set to go. I plugged it in, and ... nothing. What?
Yes, our trusty ice cream maker had indeed bit the dust, but enter into the story Topher, Valerie's youngest son who is staying with them. He investigated the situation, took the top off of it, loosened some screws, and still nothing. Heath came in to see what was going on, plugged it back in and Taa-daa! it worked!
So here's what it looked like. Ice cream maker humming away, with no top on it, and a drill close by in case we needed to do some more tinkering.
Here we are on the back deck enjoying our phenomenal peach ice cream. Don't worry. B's not having ice cream. We brought him his own special dessert since he can't eat ice cream. He wasn't upset at all, as you can tell.
Cash seemed to really enjoy his. He kept saying, "It's cold!" Yes, dear, ice cream usually is. :)
Paw Paw loved it, too. He said he hadn't had any homemade peach ice cream in over thirty years. WHAT?! We must get together soon and make some more.
I wonder what they're do next weekend.... :)
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