As some of you may realize, this is a revised post, formerly published on my other blog. While it made a good introduction to my ice cream recipe, I think the focus of the post became the memory of ice cream, not of a recipe. Since this is more of a personal story and since ThatSalad is somewhat of a record of our family’s stories, I felt inclined to include it on this album. (You see what I did there?)
Here is the somewhat revised version for your reading pleasure.
WHERE IT ALL BEGAN…
I’ll admit it. I’m no longer a youngster. Yes, go on and laugh, but I AM getting “up there”. I know, it’s hard to believe, right? Ok, I’m 50 something. That’s not so terrible, really…. But I’d like to tell you about when I WAS a youngster. It’s a story that some of you reading this will probably remember, too.
Our yearly family reunion was held in a little community center in the small Missouri town where my parents were born and raised. The family gathered to reacquaint themselves with one another, introduce new members, talk, play, and have fun together. Everyone brought a dish or two, we had tea and Kool-Aid and looked forward to dessert.
ONE SPECIAL DESSERT
It was Uncle Paul’s homemade ice cream. Start with any other dessert that was there, like a brownie or blackberry pie. Top it with Uncle Paul’s homemade ice cream and you had a masterpiece of deliciousness. You know how some people wait until their food has settled before getting dessert? Well, that didn’t happen. No waiting, it could be all gone in a snap! And who would want to miss out on that?
Ok, so this is a picture of ice cream, but it’s NOT Uncle Paul’s,,,
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A DELICIOUS TRADITION
I don’t know when this tradition began, but Uncle Paul’s freezer of homemade ice cream appeared with him at every event I can remember. And it still does today, many years later. Our family reunions, Christmas celebrations, our Fall Wing-Ding (I’ll explain the Wing-Ding another time….), birthdays and most recently, to Risa’s high school graduation party, 2017. For at least the past 50 years that I’ve been included and aware, we have come to expect homemade ice cream when we see Uncle Paul. I’m not sure how we would react if he showed up someplace empty-handed!
The homemade ice cream tradition is a sweet memory our family will always share – along with the love of this sweet treat and our sweet uncle! Memories can be in the form of ice cream or any other gesture you take the time and effort to put into practice.
THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES
Many thanks to Uncle Paul for the Sweet Ice Cream Memories you have shared with our family!
You know, treats like Homemade Vanilla Ice Cream can make your family get-together memorable and fun! Take time to make some small memories with your family. Memories are yours for a lifetime, don’t miss the boat.
ON WITH THE RECIPE
Truth be told, Uncle Paul’s recipe is my REAL favorite. But until he shares HIS recipe, here’s my second favorite Ice Cream Recipe.
If you’d like to try your hand at old-fashioned “cranking the handle” for ice cream, here is an ice cream maker that has the option to power by electricity or by hand. That actually sounds fun to try again – it’s been a long time since I made ice cream this way!
Not Uncle Paul’s Ice Cream
- 2 cups of heavy cream
- 2 cups of whole milk
- 3/4 cups of sugar
- 2 Tbls. vanilla extract
- Pinch of salt
Mix ingredients and pour into ice cream freezer container.
Process according to freezer directions.
Additions can be made to this recipe: add fruit, chocolate, chocolate chips, or nuts as desired.
Yield: 1 quart
Make ahead and put into the freezer for a more solid, but scoopable consistency. For a larger crowd, the recipe can be multiplied. Fill your freezer as directed in the manufacturer’s instructions.
— Kim —
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Marilyn Wheeler Forgey says
I remember the ice cream too. My favorite memory is when we attended the family reunion shortly after Bill and I were married. As you may recall, Bill was a “package deal” with three small children. Tim was barely two years old, George was four and Daniel was six. The boys loved all the food, but their eyes really lit up when they saw the ice cream. Tim could hardly be contained and when he was handed his cone, he tripped and the ice cream splatted onto the floor. Without missing a beat, he began lapping in up off the floor. I started to pick him up, but James wouldn’t let me. He thought Tim was fine right where he was – enjoying every lick.
That memory touches all of us in different ways! I do remember you coming to the reunion with all “the boys”. We wondered how hard it must have been for you going from me to a BIG us! I guess you handled it well. I don’t know your grown-up family, but I’m sure they are awesome being raised by my Aunt Marilyn. Thanks for following along as we tell these stories!