Kicking Summer in the Can

Thanks from the bottom of my heart for the comments on my treasure box post. I truly loved them. Upon reading them, however, I learned something. Apparently, favorite friends come to my corner of blogland to either laugh – or cry.


Who knew? And here I thought it was for the recipes.

So which will it be today? You’ll have to be the judge, because today, we’re in the kitchen. Well, kind of...

You see, Gnee at Singing with the Birds is co- hosting a So Long Summer BBQ, and I wanted to join. Unfortunately, guests are expected to bring along a little something for the table. I checked the list, and "Pickles and Olives on a Pre-Divided Platter" was already taken. Oh well...

I decided to bring

Ice Cream in a Can

I saw this recipe years ago, and have always wanted to try it. I think if we had little boys around, I would have done so by now. I considered making some kind of adventurous flavor, but I chose instead to find the simplest vanilla recipe that I could find because, well, you know…

But I named it.

Milli Vanilli Ice Cream in a Can

Here's all you need:

* Wash two coffee cans, one large, and one small.
* Chill the cans in the freezer for at least an hour
* Mix the ingredients in the smaller can.

1 cup half and half

1 cup sugar

1 tsp vanilla.

* Seal the lid with duct tape.
 (I forgot the Duct tape, but my coffee can had a really tight seal, so…)

*Place the smaller can inside the larger one and fill the sides with a combination of
ice and rock salt.

* Kick the can for 15 minutes.

As you know, we have a sad shortage of children around this place so we had to do the kicking ourselves. We chose appropriate shoes.

Here’s the sister in her flip flops…

And that’s the nephew-in-law in his cowboy boots…

And his lovely wife, the banker, straight from work
 in her peep toe pumps….

My shoes were sensible because I got the memo.

That’s my toe.

We kicked that can for 15 minutes in the Georgia heat while The Duchess stood in the air conditioning and timed us. Then, we checked the progress.

We found frothy white stuff.

So, next…

* Empty the now liquid slush of ice and salt and replace with fresh salt and ice.
* Kick the can some more. (I hadn’t mentioned this second act during kicker recruitment.)
* And Ta Da! You have ice cream!

Only we didn’t

We just had somewhat frothier white stuff.

Maybe it was the missing duct tape…

We decided to give ours the freeze

while we sat down to dinner,

and then we checked the can again.

Very cold white frothy stuff.

The others laughed and tossed up their hands, but they weren’t the ones going to party empty handed. So back outside I went, a 48 year old curbside curiosity kicking a coffee can up and down the front walk… by herself… for the next 20 minutes. 

And I checked again. 

Seriously?

So I loaded my can into Ebenezer and headed back home on the thirty mile country commute. And then, I started thinking. I’m always thinking…

And I made a little side trip to the grocery store.

And then to the napkin hoarder’s box…

And then to the craft closet…

Time for a little decoupage therapy...

Ta Da!

Milli Vanilli Ice Cream in a Can.

And now, at least those around the age of forty

  know why I named it 

Milli Vanilli

 Ice Cream in Can.

Because it’s nothing but a big fat faker.

And besides

Snickers was already taken.

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Hope you all have a wonderful Labor Day picnic.

Please visit Singing with the Birds
or
A Little Bit of Everything
 for more fun at their

I should be ashamed to take this to the party,

but oh no...
off to the party, I go.