think of a fruit ~ how it looks before and after it has been cut open~ how it tastes ~ write a poem about it
My sisters and I picked them .. best of the crop. Peaches dripping sweet juices, cherries ready to burst their skins, strawberries serving a higher purpose. Time for some old fashioned hand-churned homemade ice cream. Our favorite Tutti Frutti flavor thank you very much! An old fashioned churn ~ the contraption you never want to abandon!
Though it took three of us, ten minutes at a time, sister after sister, to turn the crank that turned the paddles that created the magic elixir. That dumb canister got heavier and heavier as the confection neared its solid perfection.
Finally! The canister of Tutti Frutti ice cream lifted from its wooden barrel, paddles pulled. TA DA!! A feast.
those were precious days
huge family gatherings
an endless summer
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