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it gets exciting. We always wanted to eat it right away, but Mom made us keep cranking for a while.

I loved the vanilla, made with plenty of pure Watkins vanilla extract, but when the Middle Georgia peaches came ripe, that peach ice cream—well, there’s nothing like it. I pity folks who’ve never tasted freshly churned homemade ice cream—all natural, and some of the most delicious, sweet, cold desserts you will ever put in your mouth.

So yes, these days I settle for a drive-thru milkshake, handed to me through a window by someone who doesn’t even make eye contact with me. It does the job. But it’ll never taste quite like an Icee or Slurpee sipped barefoot on the walk home, or a Kool-Aid popsicle on a day I thought I’d melt, or that first spoonful of peach ice cream I helped crank. Some things just taste better with a little sweat and a lot of memory in them.