I like ice cream.
I like ice cream A LOT–I like eating it, I like making it well and I like making it badly, I like looking at pictures of it, I like conducting not-so-scientific experiments with it, I like going to ice cream factories(clearly), I like learning about it and I like swimming in it.
Or, I might like swimming in it if I were a duck:
The factory has been around since the mid 1800, though it definitely hasn’t been in the ice cream industry that long (only for the last 4 generations). It’s past history includes stints as a sawmill and grain mill, which makes for some really interesting scenery around the grounds:
This waterwheel used to be used to power the plant, but recent renovations have stuck it on the side of a the main shop building, and it’s now just used to pump condensation water to the duck pond. Clearly, the above picture represents an item with a use. This, however, has never been useful:
Following my tour of the one-room factory, I stopped in at the ice cream parlor to sample some of the goods. I had 67 flavors to choose from (!!!!!), and was slightly disappointed to find that you can’t buy flavors in quantities smaller than a scoop–I find this limiting. Nonetheless, I withstood this hardship and burden (sigh–it was quite difficult) and bought a 3-scoop cone: Double-fudge chocolate (chocolate is not their best flavor), chocolate chip cookie dough (great flavors, but not enough dough), and coconut almond (awesome. I want to smuggle some of this across the Mississippi).
It was delicious.