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…are the best pleasures, as I have said more than a few times here. I cook a meal for my fellow Knights of Columbus once a month. I like to cook and I like to try new things; cooking for a large group has made me both more efficient and more attentive to what people enjoy about food.
Every month is an adventure for me, but it always seems to work.
Tonight I fixed a simple meal of slow-roasted beef brisket sandwiches with an assortment of toppings, gravy, and garnishes. Along with potato salad. That was it. I also made homemade strawberry ice cream which churned in an electric maker throughout the meeting.
Needless to say, the ice cream was a major hit. I was surprised that none of the Hispanic immigrants in our council (and we have more and more each month) seemed to know what homemade ice cream was. They looked at it and asked, somewhat incredulously, “You made this in that bucket?” I explained that if you grew up in the southern parts of the US, it was a tradition in the summertime to make homemade ice cream in a hand-cranked bucket of ice and no one could eat it if they didn’t crank the bucket at least a little bit.
There were conversations among them as they tried to understand this. I heard the word ‘sorbetta’ or something like that as they nodded to each other.
Homemade ice cream seems like a simple pleasure, and it is, but nothing is as simple as it should be.Published in