As you may have detected from that subtle title, this isn’t Rowan. It’s Alan, writing a guest post, as per her request. This post is brought to you by the number “5” and the letter “C”. Ahem. Moving on.
So! Weekend. Rowan was here, which is largely the inspiration for me writing this. She arrived late on Friday, bearing such exquisite gifts as vanilla, egg yolks, and whatever else goes into making vanilla ice cream (I’m no dessert chef). Somehow we found the generosity in our hearts to let her use our... heck, I think this thing deserves its own paragraph.
It is called the Ice Cream Revolution. It is shaped like a sphere, about one foot across, with removable caps at both ends. One of the caps opens into a cylindrical container inside the sphere. Ice cream ingredients go in here. The other end opens up to the rest of the ball. Ice and rock salt go in here. Fill it up, seal both caps, and then shake, roll, and pass the ball around for about twenty minutes (taking a break after ten to scrape the sides). Open it, and ICE CREAM comes out. It’s brilliant.
Actually, for the first batch, we didn’t have any rock salt. So, we used sea salt. Trust me, this doesn’t work. It took about 5 times as long as it should have to get it done. We were still shaking ice cream after midnight. On Saturday, we got some rock salt at the market and finished the job.
Aside from a walk in the woods near my house and some Mystery Science Theater 3000 (“Hercules Against the Moon Men”), the main course of Saturday was the 75th birthday of my uncle Irv. Me, Rowan, and my brother were all invited, and much food and merriment was had by all. I felt young. Reasonably. Rowan also got to hear my mom’s And She Was cover, which was exciting.
Sunday! On our last day, Rowan filled one more of the gaping holes in my pop culture education by showing me Wayne’s World. My reaction to this movie was varied and confused, but I think I can well sum it up in one word:Dude.
Besides that, we had pizza, watched my brother play video games while offering insightful commentary, and generally hung around until Rowan left. And that’s where my story ends.
If you want to see Rowan come back to her blog, then just say tuned, same Rowan time, same Rowan channel. Ciao.
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Duuude! You should totally bring that ball thing to the BBQ!!! That'd be nifty and cool and neat! ::exictement!!::
Yay for guest posties?
You forgot the blackberry pie that we made. That Eric picked berries for. That I made a crust from scratch for, despite Eric's insistings on a premade crust in the freezer. The one I made you go get butter for so I could make that crust. The one that had a little bit of blueberries in it. And damn, did it taste good with the ice cream.
*commits ritual sepukku*
I am dishonored. Truly did I totally forget to write about the pie. The CORE of the weekend. That which all my writings about ice cream were going to lead up to, like a shining tower of GOLD atop which sits the five-hundred-pound diamond representing my descriptions of a pie too delicious to describe. Walking the line between good and evil, sin and pleasure, tasty and MORE tasty.
-Alan-
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