Homemade ice cream is love

Nothing says love like homemade ice cream.

Growing up, I can remember the big family get-togethers we had on our small, Minnesota dairy farm. They were always a blast, even though I often had to be pulled away from the fun to take care of my chores.

I can still recall how much fun they were. Usually, at these family get-togethers we would make homemade ice cream. It is something my late grandpa Otto Rahn, or Gramps, as we called him, loved to do.

It's not like making homemade ice cream the way we do today. Nope, it was much different.

First, we would chop the bricks of ice in a gunnysack wi...