Peach Ice Cream

My grandmother, Mama Dear, loved ice cream. She ate it everyday of her life, at least for the part of her life that I knew. When she lived with my family in her later years, it was a nightly ritual for me to dish up her bowl of ice cream. My Uncle Reiss tells me she made it almost every Sunday during New Orleans’ steamy summertime, and all of her neighbors would come over- when they heard the ice cream freezer churning away- to sample her ice cream. Peach was her favorite.

When I returned home, a couple of weeks ago, with an abundance of juicy, ripe peaches from my tour of Masumoto Farms, one of my first instincts was to make ice cream. So I called three of Mama Dear’s great grandsons (who never had the pleasures of meeting her face to face) and invited them over for a stroll through old family pictures, served up with a batch of freshly churned peach ice cream. Continue for recipe…