I used to hate going to my dad's house for the summer. His wife was mean as hell and he was a bit boring. We didn't really get to do much, his wife was a horrible cook and she would take our treats that our mother sent us. So, when dad got out the ice cream maker, it was a special treat. He used to always let me have the first taste. I always enjoyed making the ice cream with Dad; funny how these little things become so important to us. I think it is part of why I enjoy icecream so much.