My Aunt Mamie made the best homemade ice cream. Down in Mississippi, when my cousins and I spent the summer with my grandmother, she would come over, with that brown wood ice cream maker, with the steel churner on top and whip up the best ice cream. I used to love watching her and helping her make it outside. That stuff was so great.

Now my great-grandmother (God, rest her soul after the age of 106) made some good ice cream, too. The only difference was hers wasn't as smooth as my aunt's.

Man, I miss those days.