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Homemade peach ice cream! Except you have to go to the orchard and pick the peaches off your tree and then go visit Uncle Rich and Aunt Wilma and you have to take your turn on the hand crank and then you all get a big huge dish of fresh peach ice cream and you get brain freeze and a stomach ache and you have a sticky face because you licked the paddle and you go home and fall into bed exhausted after playing Star Light Star Bright, and Red Rover, and catching lightning bugs and having way too much fun with your cousins. Or was that just me...Thanks for the memories. Definitely peach ice cream, though.
Ah, that sounds wonderful. And fabulously delicious. And wonderfully exhausting. I wonder how my kids will remember the homemade ice cream of their childhood!
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