Summer has arrived in Maine and I’ve dug out my ice cream maker.
This ice cream maker was a gift. And like many gifts, it’s also somewhat of a curse. It coaxes me into making ice cream every two or three days. This means I must also eat a pint of ice cream every two or three days. I try to make my ice cream healthier than usual, using stevia instead of sugar and coconut milk instead of cream. Still, it feels like an almost criminal indulgence.