When I was a teenager my dad bought an electric ice cream maker. When my mom was at work, we'd mix up a recipe, pour it in, and hit the on switch. The motor in that thing was loud. So we'd put some tunes on, blast the volume higher than the ice cream maker, and dance around the kitchen. On top of all that, the ice cream was amazing. I've dreamt of homemade ice cream ever since. This fall with fruit from the summer's farmers' markets in my freezer I considered getting the ice cream maker attachment for my KitchenAid stand mixer. In the end I decided they were too bulky, and since I was trying to declutter my house I really didn't need another one-use electric appliance. Well, I must have talked a lot about ice cream makers while contemplating that decision, because my mother-in-law recently gifted me with a hand crank ice cream maker that had been gathering dust in her basement.