Rock dug out our ice cream machine (is it considered a machine if it's manually operated or do you call it a maker?) from one of the back closets and has been scouring the ice cream cookbook in his free time. He loves to cook and is always looking for ways to be independent in his learning.
He got all the supplies, calling John to fill in a few that we were missing. He picked all our strawberries and most of Grandpa's strawberries and raspberries (thanks Dad) and got the mixture ready to add to the machine. He enlisted everyone's help to take a turn at the crank.
He made the goofiest faces when it came time to serve the ice cream, which he was insistent on doing on his own. I'm not sure what he was thinking, but his expressions make me laugh. He was so excited to share the deliciousness with everyone, I'm not sure why he was looking so grumpy.
He wants to make ice cream every day, although we have negotiated to a weekly event. I am going to try and find my grandmother's vanilla ice cream recipe. I have fond memories of homemade ice cream at my grandparents home.