My sister-in-law gave me about the goofiest gift I’ve ever received, a Play and Freeze ice cream maker. Now before I continue, I need to tell you a little bit about me and ice cream. Me and ice cream, we’re buddies. We’re together pretty much as often as we can be. I got down with ice cream real good when my second son was first around. His brother and his mom and I would haul him over to Fritz’s and we’d all indulge, just to be social, you know. Then we’d take the boys home and toss ’em in the tub and wash off the ice cream that they didn’t quite get all the way into their mouths.
My mom would tell you, if she blogged which she never saw the point in, that I’ve been seriously involved with ice cream since way before that boy came along and made us all go to Fritz’s so often. Mom loved to tell how I got my tonsils out nice and peaceful like because the doctor promised me all the ice cream that I could eat when I woke up. You know what? As soon as I woke up, I was asking for ice cream and I wasn’t at all interested when some know-it-all nurse said that I was supposed to wait. Mom told it that I made such a fuss that they gave me chocolate ice cream just to shut me up. It worked.
Me, I’m still carrying around most of my ice cream. I keep it tucked safely inside the beltline of my pants. Except, that is, for the part that don’t fit inside the beltline of my pants. I carry that ice cream around with me too, just not quite so neatly tucked away.
I kinda suspect that my sister-in-law knows about me and ice cream. She’s seen the two of us together and she knows how much ice cream don’t tuck so nicely inside my pants. So anyhow, she dropped this Play and Freeze ice cream maker on me as a present. Candy and I brought it home, filled it up with heavy cream and sugar and a bit of vanilla and some coffee and rolled it back and forth on the floor for half an hour or so and whoa baby! out came some bodacious frozen goodness!
“How good was it?” you ask. 800 calories of goodness in each bowl. But never mind that. It don’t matter no how.
Thanks, Bets. Perfect gift!
P.S. I know that Fritz’s has frozen custard and not ice cream and I don’t care. When I look down and can’t see my toes, it don’t matter.
