A few years ago, my sister bought me a wedding gift, or that’s what I call it anyways. She was the one who got married, but somehow I walked away with an Ice Cream Maker. She just loves me like that and bought it for me after her wedding since she knew I wanted one. That right there, folks, is true love.
Ever since then, I’ve been obsessed with making Ice Cream. Roark and I never purchase the store bought versions anymore, and even he, the master of frozen pizza, has begun to whip up his own batches when I don’t make him Chocolate as often as he’d like.
So when I was approached to review a book of Ice Cream Sandwiches, you know I was instantly on board. Read More
