When I was a kid living at the Mission I used to really dislike it that we always had home-made ice cream instead of store bought ice cream. We have these huge Mission-wide picnics and every family had their own ice cream maker. We'd go down to the picnic area and eat lunch while the ice cream was being made. The din from the ice cream makers was unbelievable. I remember poking sticks into red ant piles and playing tag to the tune of no less than four ice cream makers cranking away.
Anyway, I was watching a cooking show the other day and whomever it was doing the cooking was also making ice cream. I told Del that although I didn't really like it as a kid, I had fond memories of making ice cream now as an adult.
Del and I have an anniversary coming up. Our 9th, on Friday the 5th. So he got me an early anniversary gift so that I could share it with my parents before they head to Maui on Saturday. Check it out.