that I owned an ice cream maker.
Seriously, now that our fall/summer hit and it's freakin' HOT outside for our one brief moment of Bay Area summer, I would like to own one. I think about it all the time, even when the weather to eat ice cream has already passed - see outside the window of whatever building you happen to stand in (unless you live in Potrero). I think about sitting down to a bowl of cold, yummyness made from chocolate, or buttermilk, or vanilla, or peaches, or figs, or I think you get the point.
I don't, though. Instead, I collect ice cream recipes like there is no tomorrow, like there is nothing but fog and no sun, like I would just go purchase one tomorrow if I could. Anyhoo, ignore me, I'm just wishing.
Talk amongst yourselves,