Why is homemade ice cream so fulfilling? So totally and utterly…happy? Move over Pharrell. There’s a new tune in town.
Making ice cream at home is something special but hardly a chore. It’s not like I’m working my building my depleting muscle tone when churning the cream and sugar myself. So why does it feel like I’ve really accomplished something once it’s done?
I think it’s because ice cream is one of those recipes that is so easily accessible and acceptable to buy from the store / truck / soda fountain, that we just don’t do it often enough. Like doughnuts. We need more homemade doughnuts, too. Topped with homemade ice cream.
But it’s probably more because homemade ice cream makes me and everyone who’s lips it touches, so…happy. Satisfied. Sweetly satisfied.