i can't even begin to say how long it has been in my garage... a very very very long time.
and i can't even begin to even begin to guess how very old it is...all I remember is being little, in the spring of the year on one of the first trips of the year to the valley, we would go up to the gravel pit at the top of the road where an old pile of snow was still waiting to melt and then cranking away, begging to take the lid off for the 1st bite of goodness.
It sat in the porch of the Valley and I believe got shuffled to Idaho at some point. During one of the cleaning out sessions of course me who can throw nothing had to rescue it and bring it home....hey it is in my color zone too!
so finally i thought what the heck~ time to give it a try...so I promised Anna and Keni we would try our hand during Christmas break.
We dug out Mom's old recipe
cook over medium heat till chocolate is melted and almost at a boil
go ahead and try a smitch ohhh so good!
as bad as the outside looked the inside was actually in really good shape.
dump in the ice cream mixture
we alternated snow ice salt
and turned and turned and turned
we kept packing snow and ice ~ got cold and finally had to retreat to the porch~ where we could stand it no more and had to peak! NOT DONE! so we cheated a bit and left it outside~ the ONLY good thing about it being cold lately.
and then after dinner~
(it could have set a bit longer but we couldn't wait)
ohhhh so good! and worth all the work!
(of course an electic one would have been way easier but where is the fun in that!)