July 4, 2012

July 4, 2012

     Today I just started a new family tradition with my own little family: My husband, two sons, and I. For the first time today, I made homemade ice cream with my family. It is churning as I write this journal entry. I was bummed out when we made the decision not to set off fireworks this year due to the ongoing drought. Now we did get to see some fireworks, but it was at a big event in town. We live in a rural area where it would take the fire department a while to get to us if we caught something on fire with the fireworks. We never set off that many fireworks anyway. The boys have always liked to watch the big ones, but could really care less about the sparklers, or snakes. They never like to get that close to them, so it ends up being my husband setting them off. I kept trying to come up with different things for us to do with the boys so they would have an exciting, memorable holiday. Then it just came to me, make ice cream! I know it very common to do on the fourth, but I thought it would be nice to start my own family tradition making it. I got the recipe from a girl I work with, who is an excellent cook. So to the kitchen we went. The boys helped me beat the eggs; I did cracked them myself; I didn’t want crunchy ice cream. Then we added the sugar. Now the next step may seem odd, but we added instant vanilla pudding…we’ll see how it turns out. Last we added heavy cream, half and half, and some whole milk. Now does that sound rich or what? I can’t wait until the ice cream stops churning so we can try it out. The boys love ice cream and I thought this would only make their love for it grow.