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2 Quarts
Easy
By Karen Morgan
Published 2010
In the gloaming of summer days, after the sun had set below the horizon, my mother would call out for us to meet in the backyard to help turn the crank on our ice-cream maker. Invariably, I would still be in my bathing suit from the morning swim, and the bottoms of my bare feet would be black from running through the day. My mom would descend the stairs with a canister filled with Fredericksburg peaches and fresh cream and nestle it into the ice-cream maker. Without complaint, my brothers a