It was a beautiful summer day -- deep blue sky, tall forest
looming overhead, screaming, laughing Girl Scouts running in circles, and the
"Shooush!" of rock salt getting thrown off the back end of a pick up
truck. I was standing at the wrong
place at the wrong time, and had to help lug the rock salt to the designated
area. Rock salt is heavy. More things had to be moved. I didn't understand what any of it was. I just cooperated while the other girls
continued to happily run around in circles.
Wooden buckets were packed with rock salt and ice. Cream and sugar were poured into a metal
cylinder. Vanilla in one cylinder,
chocolate in another. A metal collar
(wo)manhandled across the top of the contraption, and a handle banged onto one
side. "We're going to make ice
cream!" the troop leader exclaimed.
Great! I love ice cream!
Girl were called from play to sit on top of the buckets, and
more girls were assigned to turn the handles.
Excellent. Girl Scouts are great
at teamwork. I turned the handle for a
few minutes. "Is it ready
now?" No, it was not. It became a relay effort of handle turning;
I'm pretty sure we turned the handles for at least 4 hours. Maybe 5?
Time is different when you're a child.
What I know is that it took forever.
It was the best ice cream of my life. Specks of vanilla were peppered
throughout. It was so sweet, so creamy,
so hard-won, but with a troop of girls, it was quickly gone.
We packed the buckets up again, churned the buckets again,
ate strawberry ice cream with super red, super sweet berries plastered
throughout. I don't know what was in
the other bucket. Who would eat another
flavor when you can have strawberries?
Forget what I said about the vanilla being the best ice cream I've ever
had. That strawberry ice cream was the
best.
Of course, we did it again.
I was starting to suspect that the troop leader's plan was to work us
all to exhaustion. I think she
succeeded. I quit eating ice cream when
the choice became pineapple.
Night fell in the forest.
Mosquitoes came out. We built
the essential bonfire and sang campfire songs.
It was a wonderfully perfect day.
By coincidence, I was thinking about ice cream when I went
to the grocery store. I wanted to buy
Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia. Full
test -- don't insult ice cream with low fat, or try to pull one over on me with
yogurt disguised as ice cream.
$5.79?!!! You're kidding me,
right?!!! I am not going to pay that
much for a tiny tub of ice cream.
But now, the word for the week is "ice cream", and
I don't have any. It just feels so
wrong. I may have to go to the store
again. Well, I know I have to go
back. This was my shopping list: dog food, soap. Can you guess which 2 items I neglected to get when I spent $120+
at the store today? I think my revised
shopping list is now dog food, soap, and ice cream.
BTW, I fussed around with this art more than you'd know by looking at it because in the end, I deleted most of what I'd done. Sometimes that has to happen. I decided I just felt like having a happy bookmark :)
Great artwork Linda and that ice cream you made as a girl scout sounded fab...there is really nothing like "proper" home made ice cream. The best I have ever tasted was in Italy and I agree who needs vanilla when there is strawberry! I do hope you treated yourself to some. Keep cool xxx
ReplyDeleteThanks Jane! Maybe someday I'll get to Italy and compare?
DeleteI have an ice cream bucket in the garage. Do you have a collection of nieces and nephews to churn to mix?
ReplyDeleteI don't have the child power to churn, but thanks for the thought. Always willing to help eat the ice cream if you find the labor :)
DeleteThat is one happy bookmark! Sometimes, the best artwork happens by taking stuff out :)
ReplyDeleteThis brings back memories. We had family friends that had a homemade ice cream bucket. A lot of work, but great payoff!
But it feels like a waste of time when you throw away the stuff that took so much time :/ Still, it's the end result that matters.
ReplyDeleteGlad I'm not the only one to enjoy homemade ice cream!