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When I think about summer I think about backyard picnics, yummy food and strawberry ice cream under my grandma’s fruit trees. I’ve told you a little about my sweet grandma in this post on Heirloom Apple Rolls, but there are so many more stories so scroll down.
There’s just something so magical about old fashioned strawberry ice cream during the summer. To me it’s a reminder of the summer vacations spent at my grandma’s house in Jerome, Idaho. All of the family would gather at her house under the beautiful fruit trees that had perfect branches for climbing and hiding. We’d pull out long tables, bring out delicious foods and listen to Grandma’s stories while her homemade ice cream churned.

This photo reminds me of grandma. I know, it’s a little more dark and modern in many ways, but it’s almost as if it’s the distant memories that have been tucked away in a dark corner waiting to be pulled out and enjoyed with perfect clarity. Grandma’s house was peaceful, quiet and safe. Her stories were always about herself and her life, and 10 times more wonderful than any fairytale. In fact, as I look at the strawberry ice cream I feel pulled into the past listening to one of my favorite stories, the one with her in the outhouse. You see, Grandma is a shy, tenderhearted woman who married a practical jokester with a heart made of pure gold. I often hope that he is watching over me and I’m grateful that one day we will be together again.
But, let’s get back to the outhouse…

“Putting the war behind us and learning to adjust to our new way of life was not easy for either of us. Meal time was especially hard. I worked so hard to please him with good meals. I baked bread and tried to cook tasty foods that I knew he liked. We would just get our plates filled and I’d wait expectantly for him to tell me how good it tasted. Suddenly he would turn white and get up and leave the table. This always left me shaken and in tears.
Much later he told me whenever he looked at a plateful of food he could see all those hungry people in Europe that he had just left. He could not even take a bite. Oh that horrible war! Would he ever be able to forget and be happy again? I also had some lessons to learn. Slowly I learned that laughter is the prescription for healing mental wounds.
For some reason I never wanted anyone to see me go to the outhouse. I’d wait until my husband went out into the field before I would go down that path to the outhouse.
One morning I heard the tractor start up and head for the field. I hurried down the path and just got seated when I heard the tractor coming back to the yard. ‘He must have forgotten something. I’ll just be quiet and he will never know where I am.’ The tractor got louder and louder and I still sat there silently. I peered out through a little crack and saw the bumper of the tractor push up against the door.
‘My gosh! What is he doing? Has he lost his mind completely? Will he really push me over?’ He started rocking that little building back and forth. ‘This is not a joke. He is crazy!’
I knew it was time to break my silence. I stood up and let out a blood curdling scream. As I peeked out the crack of the door I saw those blue eyes twinkle and his shoulders shake with laughter as he backed off and headed for the field. ‘What a creep!’ Now I had no secrets at all. He knew I had to use the outhouse just like everyone else.”

I love that story. I love what a darling lady Grandma was and is. Recently I attended a dinner with Land O’ Lakes where we talked about vintage recipes and bringing them back to life. I guess that’s where this post came from. A place of the past that I’ll never let be forgotten.
Can You Make Ice Cream Without an Ice Cream Freezer?
An ice cream maker definitely makes the best ice cream, but you can make ice cream without a machine.
Freeze a freezer-safe container such as a 9X13 cake pan.
Mix up your ice cream ingredients and pour into the frozen pan.
Return to freezer for about 20-30 minutes.
When the edges start to freeze, remove from freezer and mix with a hand mixer.
Put it back in the freezer and repeat about every 30 minutes.
Repeat until the ice cream is frozen firm and ready to eat.
Old Fashioned Strawberry Ice Cream

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Honey Lavender Ice Cream– Home sick Texan





What a special story about your sweet grandmother! And what a mouth watering dish of ice cream that is!!
What a great story! Oh yeah, and the ice cream is pretty awesome too. 🙂
haha, thanks!
Is 1/4 cup of sugar correct? It doesn’t taste sweet enough.
Hi Amy! Yes, that should be right, but if you prefer it sweeter, you can definitely add more.
So many amazing family memories. 🙂 Your grandma is wonderful! My grandma passed a long a few incredible recipes that I will cherish forever. Strawberry ice cream is one of my favorites!!
isn’t that the best, having those sweet recipes?
What a funny story! I love listening to my grandma and grandpa’s stories too. 🙂 And as far as this ice cream goes, goodness sakes I really need to get myself an ice cream maker.
When can we go to lunch so you can tell me more stories?
Great family memories! Love it when recipes/foods has a great memory behind it 🙂
LOVE strawberry ice creams. Try roasting it with a little balsamic vinegar. Mind-boggling!
You are so amazing — you’re grandma seems like she was just as great as you!
love the story, love the recipes! thank you! once again you’ve done an awesome job!
What a lovely story and a great connection that this ice cream has to your family memories! Such a nice post, Carrian. I’ve got to try your ice cream for myself!
There’s just something so comforting about home made ice cream. It’s so creamy and delicious – I love waiting and watching it churn and churn! I recently made some strawberry and rhubarb ice cream – the perfect summer treat! Can’t wait to try out your recipe – somewhat more authentic than mine!