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My dad would make it. Only vanilla. Only with a hand crank ice cream maker. Ice from an ice house.
He was rarely off work, so it was unusual to have him home all day. It was always my job to help him. It started way early in the morning because the ice cream had "to sit" in the metal canister for hours and hours for the full flavor and consistency to be just right.
It was then that I learned the meaning of patience.
The story is much longer, the whole making-the-ice-cream story, but it makes me tear up to tell it. In a good way. Happy memories, just sad too. But, I will say this. It was by far the best ice cream I ever had. Bryers Vanilla Bean comes the closest for a non homemade. If I wasn't lactose intolerant, I'd have some in his memory this 4th.
Happy 4th of July!