Ice Cream! Finally.

We received some really awesome presents at our wedding and one that hubs was most excited about was the Kitchenaid Ice Cream maker attachment. Reviews talked about how very easy it was to have “fresh, homemade ice cream in no time.” Why it does take very little time for ice cream base to become ice cream, it does take HOURS of forethought and prep-work to get to having ice cream in your bowl.
Step one, the bowl. The bowl has to be frozen for at least 15 hours. I may or may have not have a small freezing problem (Freeze everything!) and bulk buy frozen broccoli. We are pretty short on freezer space in the T home. Getting the bowl into the freezer takes adult Tetris to make it fit, and prayers that nothing will smack you in the face when you open the door.
Step two, the base. I went to the grocery store last week and purchased all my ingredients (even grabbing the next to last half-and-half containers). I get home to read through the directions and BAM! This awesome mixture you make has to cool for at least 8 hours. And the mixture you cook requires moving often times hot liquid back and forth between two pans. On Sunday prep day, that is just something you don’t want to read. I despondently called out to hubs, “you’re getting ice cream later this week.” Making the base wasn’t too bad once I read through the directions in entirety a few times (a necessary kitchen skill anyway) and got it made with minimal spillage and no burns.
Step three, assemble the attachment. It took two YouTube videos to figure out how to put on the drive attachment, but after that it was smooth sailing (and it was ridiculously easy to put on. So easy that we doubted it).
Step four, make ice cream. And here is when it is really easy. Turn on the machine. Pour in the base. Set the timer. Go about your business, add in mix ins if you’d like (in our case, Oreo cookies), let it finish, enjoy. Our first endeavor was a bit soupy, but I am chalking that up to amateur problems.
AND WE ARE DONE. And having ice cream.

Day in the life | Atlanta Housewife

Funemployment is coming to an end soon (to make way for real employment!) so I figured I needed to document and remember this special time that I way too often took for granted. As mentioned earlier, there are perks that I love (namely, seeing hubs during the day, visiting friends, running errands at my leisure, etc.) and I don’t want to forget them when my next season begins. So here’s a mostly-typical day in the life.

6:00 a.m. | Wake up

Hub’s awake, I’m awake. While he showers I steam his outfit (I’d say I steam mine, but the regular uniform for me is running shorts with a t-shirt), make his lunch, fix breakfast, and make the bed/straighten up.

Why yes, I do write messages in mustard.

Why yes, I do write messages in mustard.

6:40 a.m.

We’re out the door and I’m driving Joe to work. Drop off, kisses, and then to the gym.

This picture makes it look like the roads are not busy. THAT IS A LIE.

This picture makes it look like the roads are not busy. THAT IS A LIE.

7:30 a.m.

Head into the gym (after reading some news on my phone in the car). Contemplate how much I want to do, enjoy some weight lifting while praying to not kill my back, and get my butt kicked on the stairclimber, aka beast. I’m a sweaty mess after 20-something minutes on it so I call it a day.

My goal is to make it to 45 consecutive minutes. I'm at nearly 30 now.

My goal is to make it to 45 consecutive minutes. I’m at nearly 30 now.

9:00 a.m. – Noon

Breakfast (gluten free waffles with PB, banana, and honey; woofed down too fast to take a picture), coffee, quiet time, internet time. Research clothes and purses (#firstworld), blog, realize the internet is stealing my life, and head down to wash Joe’s car. Realize when I start my job, this job won’t be mine alone anymore! #win

1:00-2:00 p.m.

Mop, make sure all dishes are done, clean myself up (slightly; as that I’m in funemployment I do not bother to wash my hair all that often), and snack (foreshadowing: should have snacked more)

2:00-5:00 p.m.

Head out to check out some shoes and bags.

Leopard heels to replace leopard crocs.

Leopard heels to replace leopard crocs.

No shoe stores have sizes I need, everything is mildly uncomfortable, and hangry sets in. Panic in the store at the idea of not finding anything and peace out and then get stuck in traffic. Check google maps which tells me it’s going to take me over 30 minutes to get the 1.6 miles home. Reroute myself to a path that takes 12 minutes.

Parking lot.

Parking lot.

5:00-7:00 p.m.

Dinner (leftover greek chicken and salad) and reading. Bemoan traffic.

7:15 p.m.

Husband’s home early! Wine and games–specifically, Carcassone!

8:30 p.m.

Bestie from NYC calls! Pause the game.

Not from yesterday, but we did talk about August 1 a lot.

Not from yesterday, but we did talk about August 1 a lot.

9:45-10:30 p.m.

Game resumes, I get owned.

10:30 p.m.

Teeth brushing and face washing and time for sleep.

And that’s my current typical day in the life not working in Atlanta–gym, errands, reading, cooking.