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Published 2006
When I asked friends for their memories of homemade ice cream, the flavor that kept coming up was peach. Baby boomers like me fidgeted through the hand churning of the ice cream machine, but it was worth the wait. Often, the ice cream never made it to the freezer but disappeared behind stabbing spoons as it was devoured right from the canister. My family was generally orderly and gracious, but when it came to peach ice cream, it was survival of the fittest. Whoever got the dasher, usually t