Oh yes, foxes love ice cream.
One of my favorite memories is Mom and Dad making banana ice cream in the little maker with the wooden tub and the cast iron turner ... the salted ice tasted so good ... and us kids would fight over who got to lick the dasher.
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I have a picture of myself from 1978 when I was in Canada visiting my grandmother for her 93rd birthday. I was cranking up the old Ice Cream maker they used when my mom was growing up.
The crank kind, right? Those make much better homemade ice cream than the electric ones. Did you take turns sitting on the towel-covered ice cream bucket while *Daddy* turned the handle? :)
I remember putting towels on the top of the freezer and sitting on it while someone else turned the crank...
We had our own cow and chickens so we had rich and creamy ice cream when we could spare the sugar during the WW2 years...
Wonderful ice cream is available at the market and ice cream parlors today but I will never forget the joy and anticipation of the old fashioned homemade kind.
The old hand-cranked ice cream maker is vivid in my memory too jw. Ice chipped from a big block in the underground cellar. Real cream and fresh fruit, and lots of family to share the results. Good memories.