I pulled the ice cream maker out of the bottom of the kitchen pantry and we made some homemade vanilla ice cream for the first time in several years. We just followed the recipe in the book that came with the machine.
The flavor of homemade vanilla brings back memories of The Azalea Festival in Summerville, South Carolina.
I worked at the old fashioned ice cream stand for a few years in a row in middle/ high school. I have fond memories of working hard all day long, but having fun the whole time, and learning how to handle real responsibilities like the cash register when people pay cash at the head of a very busy line or stocking supplies so there's no delay for the people who are depending on you to do your job so they can do theirs, etc. etc., and going home totally exhausted, but satisfied with my pockets full of well-earned cash.
We actually had so much ice cream and we kept our portions small, so we were able to store it in a large Tupperware in our freezer and eat it over several evenings for dessert after dinner.
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