I love that vile squirty stuff, I remember years ago there was a do it yourself machine on the cliffs at Hastings, just T the entrance to the cable car, well, it went wrong and didn’t switch off, like the never ending porridge pot! The kids were holding cups and bowls and anything they could find under it.😀
Gardening on the wild, windy west side of Dartmoor.
My best childhood ice cream memory is a shop where he scraped the ice cream from a trough and there'd be small ice crystals in it. Seems like it may have been the real deal. I remember he had a foreign accent, but I was very young at the time so I assume he was Italian.
This was back in the day when a mum could send a seven year old down to the shops with a fair chance they'd return and social services were unlikely to get involved.
That being said, with adult knowledge, I had a few close calls, but not from the ice cream man. Something told me that if I mentioned it to my parents, i wouldn't be let out the door until I was in my dotage.
I grew up in Greenock, down the Clyde from Glasgow and there lots of Italian ice cream shops and cafes who all made their own, on the premises. We'd just take a bowl / tupperware etc and they'd fill it up. How much you were charged was always very variable. I know we paid less than lots of other folk.
My best childhood ice cream memory is a shop where he scraped the ice cream from a trough and there'd be small ice crystals in it. Seems like it may have been the real deal. I remember he had a foreign accent, but I was very young at the time so I assume he was Italian.
I thought it only had crystals of ice if it'd defrosted then been refrozen?? or is that a myth?
Yes I think so. Home made ice cream needs to be removed from the freezer and stirred several times while it is freezing, to prevent ice crystals. Commercially-made ice cream is stirred constantly. I think you can buy an electric ice-cream maker for domestic use, about the size of a breadmaker, which stirs the mixture continually.
All the shops selling ice cream up north were owned by Italians - apart from one who sold the best ice cream ever. When he died the recipe died with him. Sad days.
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This was back in the day when a mum could send a seven year old down to the shops with a fair chance they'd return and social services were unlikely to get involved.
That being said, with adult knowledge, I had a few close calls, but not from the ice cream man.
Something told me that if I mentioned it to my parents, i wouldn't be let out the door until I was in my dotage.
“It's still magic even if you know how it's done.”