I grew up with the understanding that all Mexicans could cook. Although that may seem like a hasty generalization, life experiences had not proved otherwise…..that is until I got married.
As Mexicans go, Siete is a few sandwiches shy of a picnic. None more obvious than her lack of expertise in the kitchen. To say that she could burn water is a vast understatement. So when she and my daughter Schitney decided they wanted to make homemade ice cream for Father’s Day, I was a bit taken back and concerned for the family’s well being. I double checked to make sure my life insurance policy was all in proper order.
In the beginning, I was quite impressed with their maneuvering around the kitchen. Separating egg yolks with ease, making accurate and precise measurements and whisking with confidence. Could I have underestimated her talents?
As it goes, the making of homemade ice cream is a fairly easy process. Pour in your ice cream mixture, plug in the motor and ice the schit out of it. Ice, rock salt, ice, rock salt. Hell, the ice cream maker even has a built-in timer “when the motor stops running, you are done”. Doesn’t get much easier than that, right?