For whatever reason, my mom sent us this soft serve ice cream machine for Christmas. I can only assume she remembered me talking, last Christmas, about how much I enjoyed walking down to the pier to get soft ice cream when Bonnie and I were staying at the Redondo Condo. Having a half-dozen soft ice cream options just a five-minute walk away was so bad that I had to stop going down there altogether. Having a soft-serve ice cream machine in my house is like, well, let me put it this way: We don’t let kiddie fuckers live near schools, do we?

My only saving grace is that I have to spend time making the batter, and then it takes about half an hour to freeze, so it’s not like I’ll have a soft-serve dispenser on stand-by 24/7. On the downside, as of now, I have about a quart of ice cream chilling on the counter, just waiting for me to give in to temptation.

It’s tasty, though!