Rewind back nearly a year and a half ago… Shannon comes over with a beautiful (/ancient) ice cream maker, a bag of fresh raspberries, her best friend Olya, and a plan. The time in our relationship has come. We are going to make ice cream.
I’ve never made ice cream, so naturally I was a bit nervous with my inexperience. Fortunately, Shannon assured me everything would be just fine. It wasn’t her first time. I rifled through the supplies, unsure of what to do with the large bag of salt, but the rest seemed straight forward, I could do this. We whipped up the ice cream base, and we’re about to get things going, when I realize my ice supply is out…rookie mistake. After a quick trip to the corner store, bag of ice in hand, the time had come. We fill up the ice cream container, surround it with ice and salt, and get the motor going. It was loud, we had to stop a few times, adjusting the ice to keep it churning. I definitely expected things to go much quicker. As it turns out, our little old ice cream maker likes to take its time (this wasn’t its first rodeo!). Finally, after about an hour and a half, our cream had become ice cream!…