homemade ice cream

Ok, ok...since I know you've all been just dying to hear about our ice cream-making adventure, I guess I can take just a second of my valuable time to tell you about it.

[Let's not talk about how I was spending my "valuable" time on facebook or about how nobody even asked about our ice cream-making adventures and about how now I'm totally offended.  Or about how I lie sometimes about being offended.]

Ever since we started dating, Tim has occasionally mentioned making homemade ice cream when he was a kid.  A plug here or there.  An insinuation now and then.

Finally, after more than a year and a half, I decided it was time to talk about the white elephant in the room.

"Do you want to make homemade ice cream?" I said.

"I thought you'd never ask," he said.

Actually I don't think it went down like that at all, so apparently I just feel like Pinnochio tonight.

But we did decide to make homemade ice cream, mostly as a result of Tim's fond memories of the stuff from when he was a kid.

I googled homemade ice cream in a bag [since apparently it's the cool way to make it], and clicked on the very first link, having absolute faith in the quote by Winston Churchill that "the first things in life are always the best."

No, he didn't actually say that.

But what I'm really trying to say through all my nonsensical ramblings is that the first things in life are not always the best and that the first recipe lied to us.

It said it would take five minutes of shaking.  It actually took about 25, plus some extra time in the freezer.

Since it became apparent after the first five minutes that it wasn't going to become solid any time soon, we decided to take our beloved ice cream for a walk.  In that little man-bag.

A trampoline would have been our method of choice, but as we live in an apartment, it seemed too difficult a feat.  So off we went.

I tried to explain to Tim that skipping was the only way to properly shake up the ice cream...

...but then I just ended up looking like a freak.

Consequently, Tim had to show me how you're really supposed to do it:

Sorry the video is sideways.  I'm feeling far too lazy to figure out how to change it.

I guess I should have trusted TMIC [The Master of Ice Cream] from the very beginning.

"Sometimes you just have to learn from trial and error.  Unless you're Chuck Norris." -Abraham Lincoln

In conclusion, the ice cream turned out really good.  One hour, 26 minutes, and 17 seconds later.

I think the lengthy preparation time might have had something to do with the fact that we didn't have near enough ice.

Therefore, the moral of the story: If you decide to make homemade ice cream in a bag, make sure you have enough ice.

On the other hand, don't worry about the moral if you want to have an adventure.