I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream…

…but I haven’t quite figured out why.

I jest.

Okay, so sometimes being a human being, and a dad, and a husband, and whatnot means not doing that writing thing and instead being all domestic and crafty.  I do that, sometimes.

This weekend (after I finally had substantially improved from whatever malady was afflicting me earlier in the week), this domestic craftiness came in the form of Making Ice Cream.  Pictures will now ensue.

Not yet Icey cream

Ice Cream in its raw, non-icey form

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