Well, it is July in Alabama. And you know what that means. It’s hot; we get to celebrate the Fourth of July; and every bit of fruit is getting ripe at the same time. Now, I love to make jelly, but sometimes it is, well, just too darn hot. But geez, that basket of peaches isn’t getting any younger, so what to do? Make something cold and frozen that will keep for a while. 

Ice cream! We all love it. I can remember my mother’s manual ice cream churn and the vital job my sister and I played in the making of the ice cream. Mom’s churn wasn’t some old-timey wooden bucket. Ours was a space age, bright teal, sleek molded fiberglass contraption that was totally hip in a Brady Bunch sort of way. But I think it had a design flaw. To keep the dasher in place down in the canister, a small child, one with a narrow backside as not to interfere with the crank action, had to perch on the top. That’s where my sister and I came in. We were the ice cream sitter sisters.