Bread and Wine

So, last night's dinner was, like, pancakes and bacon and homemade peach ice cream. Like, we all were dozy and in bed by 10:30.

I don't know why I started that way, except that whenever I feel like starting a sentence with "So," I remind myself why I hate that when my students do it, yet we talk that way. Dilemma!

The fishing didn't happen because it rained, so Plan B went into effect. The funniest part was the making of the ice cream. The most important issue was having the freezer container in the freezer, and Ann had left it there since the last time we made ice cream up here, sometime in the fall, I think. We needed heavy cream, so I walked over to the store, but she had sold out of milk and cream for the day. Ann called her daughter Karen, who wasn't sure she had enough, but who suggested calling Dan at the Dock. Ann called and Dan said he had some, so she went down there and got it. I had already peeled and lightly sugared two large peaches, so as soon as she brought the cream I added milk, sugar, vanilla, and a drop of almond extract. Ann took the freezer container out, and then we went to get the rest of the ice cream maker.
Which was nowhere to be found. We looked in every cabinet large enough to hold it, in every cupboard where it ought to have been and where it would have been at any other time. The search was beginning to take on epic proportions, so I put the container back in the freezer. After searching for almost an hour, we realized that there would be no ice cream if we didn't move in another direction, so Ann called Karen again and asked if her machine was ready and available. We couldn't remember whether the ice cream makers were identical, so Karen decided to send freezer and all.Michael rode down on Jim's bicycle and came back riding with one hand, carrying a huge paper grocery sack in his arm. He said the gear missed during the ride and he  almost wiped out, but he did manage to get it here. Karen sent a small jar with about a quarter cup of peach schnappes to add to the recipe. All was well; the ice cream was ready for the freezer in 25 minutes or so, and everyone loved it. So Karen saved the day again. Pickles for the tartar sauce on Monday, and an ice cream maker on Thursday. Well done, Karen!
Ann's son Mark will be delivering lobster this afternoon for our dinner tonight. Nine lobsters, a mix of hard shells and shedders, for the four  of us. I'll make cole slaw, and that will be all we need. The rest is silence.