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Blame it on Bob and his purchase of a soft ice-cream maker. Last week he found a Cuisinart Soft Ice-Cream Maker on-line. For Bob, it was like finding the Mother Lode or winning the lottery. Soft-ice cream is Christmas, Halloween, and Easter all rolled into one in his mind. In the blink of an eye and a click of a mouse, he ordered the machine and then counted the days until its arrival. On Friday afternoon, he was at the door when the UPS truck rolled up our street. He was halfway down the walk when it stopped in front of the house.

Bob brought his long-awaited treasure into the kitchen, opened the box, looked at all the parts, and announced, “I will read the directions tonight and we will have ice-cream tomorrow afternoon.” On Saturday morning, he realized the ice-cream bowl was to go in the freezer not the refrigerator where he had mistakenly put it Friday night. The switch from refrigerator to the freezer was quickly made. The directions said it must be there for twelve hours, but both of us thought that maybe six hours after being in the refrigerator over night would be ample.

So early that afternoon, I mixed up the cream and other ingredients for vanilla ice-cream and we poured them into the machine for the twenty minutes the booklet said it would take to complete the procedure. It was not to be. Obviously, the bowl needed the full twelve hours in the freezer. Our ice-cream never solidified, but remained a fluid liquid. Like two disappointed children, we knew we would have to wait. The mixed ingredients went into another bowl and into the refrigerator and the freezer bowl went into the freezer.

I went off to a movie with a friend, Bob went back to his computer and soon our minds were off the long wait for Sunday and a totally frozen bowl. We woke up bright and early, looked at each other and in near unison shouted, “Ice-cream for breakfast!” And so it happened. The ice-cream maker was fetched from the storage area, yesterday’s mixture retrieved from the refrigerator, and the now really, really cold freezer bowl brought out of the freezer. There was just time enough to grab the camera and record the fun. After twenty minutes of listening, watching, and hoping, our soft ice-cream was ready.

I checked the clock, it was almost eight o’clock. Bob pulled the handle on the machine and the first of the ice-cream rolled out and into his bowl. He quickly filled mine and together we tasted the sweet cold vanilla treat. Neither of us could ever remember a time in our life that we had ice-cream for breakfast, and although not on either of our bucket lists, it was a pretty awesome first and I think maybe we need to add “Spontaneous Adventures with Desserts” to our list of fun activities while we are still young at heart and able to enjoy life.

I posted the pages in an album on Facebook and you can reach them by easily. Just click here on The Joy of RVing with Our Five Year Old Granddaughter. Since the slide show moves ahead at the normal speed, you may want to hit the pause button to read the journal part of some of the pages. Please forgive me if I have given too many directions. I can’t help it. It is a carry-over from all those years of teaching.

I do hope you will take time to view my work. Danica has taken quite an interest in looking at past Memory Books especially the one about our cruise last November. This not only pleases me beyond words, but looking at the photos and reading the captions to her are treasured moments.