Peanut Butter Ice Cream, Baby.
It is sultry and steamy here. And, Babycakes, I am not cooking. I am not even boiling water for my habitual ritual of afternoon tea. I am sitting in front of a petite blue desk-top fan. Eating ice cream. Homemade ice cream, to be exact. With nary a trace of dairy or gluten. And apparently, it is the best homemade ice cream I have ever made (so says my ever willing, taste-testing husband).
Here’s what I came up with.
This is the ice cream maker we use– it’s not an expensive, fancy machine; and it does a superb job if the mixture is very cold.