Stuff I Don't NEED But Really, Really Want: Ice Cream Maker Edition

So, last night I was treated to a lovely dinner party at the home of some friends.  All pistons were firing last night.    Freeflowing, stimulating conversation?  Check.  A martini put into my hand by the host just as I walked in, before my (figurative) coat was even off?  Check.  Delicious, well thought-out and conceived dinner menu featuring some of my favorite foods?  supaCheck.

But, just when I thought the night couldn't get any better, the hosts pulled out their container of HOMEMADE ICECREAM.  It was butterscotch flavored.  Butterscotch flavored ice cream. As if not enticing enough, I was encouraged to "drizzle a little bit of whisky over it", as I guess it brings out the flavor of  butterscotched, homemade ice cream.  It was fan.  fucking. tastic.  Like a caramel-y, coffee-y, whisky-y, butter-y dream.

If I owned a smartphone (and had 45 dollars in one place), I probably would have excused myself from the table, gone to the bathroom, and ordered one for overnight delivery while I pretended to tinkle.  Then, after washing my hands to complete the illusion of a "successful" stint in the loo, I would then have sauntered back to the table, confident that I would be making my own ice cream this very evening.  But, I own no such device.  Boo.  My rash decision making would have to wait.  Curses!

In the clear light of day, I have thought over the pros and cons of owning my own ice cream maker.  And, I have come to a decision:  I really want one.  I  want to take my seat at the roundtable of those who make their own ice cream.  I want my very own ice cream "reactor" in which I can magically split butter from heavy cream, liquid from solid.

The Velogirl is wise to my scheme, and is very supportive.  She even very helpfully pointed out that a new ice cream maker could also be used to make sorbet, for a delicious and refreshing change of pace.

The more I think about it, the more I have decided that I will not want my ice cream maker bowl tainted by sorbet.  I know others will disagree with me, but sorbet, to me, is the very OPPOSITE of delicious.  Nor is it refreshing.  You know what's refreshing?  Water.  But nobody eats a bowl of ice cubes for dessert, so there.

Each time I put some sorbet onto my tongue, I secretly WISH that my saliva would magically transform the slushy peach concoction into cookies and cream, as an alchemist would turn lead into gold.  Instead, I always find m'self disappointed that I'm not eating ice cream, and have instead settled for a bowl of cold fruit juice.  But, i'm getting off topic...

I will own one of these magical devices soon.  And, lo, it will be awesome.