There are a lot of endearing things about my kitchen. It has tinned ceilings original to the house from the early 1900s, it gets beautiful light, it's very large by New York City standards. But there are a lot of things I hate about it. It's old with largely unreliable appliances, its counters are covered with a horrible off-white laminate littered with coffee stains, it has a freezer that doesn't freeze when I'm trying to make ice cream sandwiches. But it's my kitchen, and I'll always love it even if I don't like it.
It's almost Memorial Day, which means summer is about to get into full swing. Every summer I like to try my hand at making a few different sorbets and ice creams through the months. Some turn out amazing, like the peach ice cream I made last year, some turn out disgusting, like the cherry coconut milk ice cream I failed at making (blech!).