By the time I completed my second last exam, I was pretty worn out. My last exam—biology—was the next day, and I’d only covered half the text-book, but my heart wasn’t it in. After two weeks of committing myself to the desk, studying, I felt restless. My fingers itched to play with Jenny’s ice cream machine, which I’d borrowed from her.
After staring aimlessly at my textbook for twenty minutes, I decided that I’d be able to study more efficiently if I made some ice cream first. My brother Kyle and I went to work, separating the eggs, cooking the custard, and preparing the ice bath. An hour later, we had luscious soft serve French Vanilla Ice Cream, a beautful ice cream yellow from the egg yolks and flecked with flavourful vanilla bean seeds. This ice cream is so rich and creamy that it tastes pretty much like creme brulee, but frozen.
I have to say that it actually was easier to study knowing that I had homemade ice cream waiting for me in the freezer, should I succumb to another ice cream craving.