A few ice cream memories:
*My granddaddy ate ice cream every evening--vanilla ice cream in a cone. He was never overweight. It's the only thing I ever saw him "cook" in the kitchen, though he said he knew how to make a good fried egg sandwich.
*I remember helping Dad make homemade ice cream the old fashioned way. My sisters and I would take turns sitting on the blanket-covered ice cream maker to weight it down while Dad cranked the handle. And when the ice cream was cranked as much as it could be cranked, we'd get our first taste right from the dasher.
*Growing up, we always had a big plastic tub of Borden French Vanilla Ice Cream in our freezer. I don't remember any other flavors, though we often had fresh fruit or chocolate syrup for toppings. Mom bought a set of banana split dishes so we could have banana splits at home, just like the ones she used to make when she worked at the drive-in as a teenager.
*I liked the buckets the ice cream came in as much as the ice cream. I think they were gallon-sized or maybe larger, with a tight fitting lid and a red handle. We saved them to use for other things, like berry picking and trick-or-treating at Halloween. They could sure hold lots of dewberries and candy.
*John and I took our kids on a trip to Vermont and stayed at a B&B that stocked the freezer with Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream. The kids loved the fact that you could go to the kitchen anytime you wanted and eat ice cream. Unfortunately, we had to cut our stay short because the well water in the house smelled strongly of sulfur. When you nearly pass out from the foul odor each time you take a shower, it's time to move along, even if the ice cream is good.
One of the perks of this post was getting to eat the prop after the pictures were taken...and...well...it took a few tries until I got just the right shots...