My big sister has hosted the family Thanksgiving dinner at her place for the last nine years, at three different locations. This year we broke with tradition, and hosted at my father's place. With him still recovering, we decided to spare him travel. Plus, Sis lives in the middle of nowhere.

Attending were Dad and I, Sis and BIL and their daughter, and her in-laws. A turkey was deep-fried out in the back yard, we had three pies, rolls, casserole, mashed potatoes, and a few other items I'm undoubtedly forgetting. Annoyingly, there was a prominently missing item: ice cream. The night before, I'd mixed up some, and had lots of ice stored up. But my ice cream maker is no where to be found. I wonder if I might have given it away in a previous move. While Dad does have a maker, it's hand-cranked, and the only grandchild present is only 3.5, not yet up to the task. And I wasn't about  to crank it myself for an hour. Perhaps I'll obtain a new ice-cream maker at the holiday sales, although I suspect it's not one of the home appliances traditionally given at Christmas.

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