My Darling B bought an Oster multi-speed food-chopper-upper with a half-dozen attachments back in nineteen eighty-something and, as far as I know, she's only ever used the blender.
But last week while trolling the many and varied offering on e-bay she went for this impulse purchase, an ice cream making attachment. Pour the cream and other ingredients into the central barrel, pack it with ice and salt (does anybody know what the salt's supposed to do?) around the sides, lock the cover down on the contraption and turn the motor on.
After about ten minutes of mixing she poured the nearly-finished ice cream into single-serving bowls and stacked them in the freezer. But she sampled a bit of the mix by licking the mixing paddles clean with her tongue, making happy yummy sounds all the while. How could it be anything but delicious? It was cream and strawberries!
She could hardly wait to scoop a bit out this morning to see how it turned out. And what do you know? It was ice cream!
