Go right now, put this together, shake the heck out of it, and tell me it isn't real, honest-to-goodness ice cream. I'll wait here until you come back.
See? Told you so! I didn't even have rock salt in the house, so I used the fancy, expensive sea salt in my cupboard (it's ice cream, we must sacrifice). I wrapped the baggies in a dishtowel and swung them back and forth while I walked around the house troubleshooting an internet issue over the phone, and before I'd resolved the router problem, I had myself a little bag full of ice cream. Ice cream, which I MADE BY MYSELF. And then I ate it by myself, because a half cup of ice cream isn't big enough to share with two kids (we'll make more after naptime). No fancy electric machines, no ponderous hand cranking. With an expected high of 90 today and no air conditioning, this couldn't have come on a better day.
I saved the sack full of ice and salt in the freezer to reuse, but I think I'll put the next batch of ingredients in a tightly lidded plastic container. Eating ice cream directly from a baggie feels kind of desperate, but it's too yummy to wait for a bowl.
(image credit: The Patent Pending Blog)
