Like eating a frozen peach,” said the little boy, licking it off the spoon as I brought this ice cream, just churned, out onto our sunny deck one summer.

When the peaches start to ripen, it’s a signal to get out the ice cream maker. What better way to get through the summer heat than to cool off with hand-cranked ice cream, bursting with chunks of ripe peaches?

This formula is based on a recipe from my old friend Barbara Tropp, owner of China Moon Café in San Francisco and c