Ice Cream.

My dad. I love him to death. But he is such a fad follower. He's always going after the newest car, the latest work out device. You name it he has it. Anyways, he recently bought an ice cream maker. You add the milk, the sugar, the flavoring- anything you want and it churns it up for you and badabing badaboom. Delicious homemade ice cream for the taking. We started with good old fashioned vanilla but then things started getting a little crazy. I have sampled multiple fruit sorbets and flavors that are not meant to be frozen in milk. Tonight I hear them discussing it at the table, flipping through an ice cream recipe book (For real? A recipe book for ice cream? Whatever happened to improv in the kitchen?). My mom's throwing things out like lemon basil and iced citrus terrine with caramel sauce. Dad, on the other hand (or por el otro lado. amazing what three years of spanish can do for you), throws out anything with coffee in the title. I'm sitting here thinking I like chocolate ice cream. I've never been one for crazy out there flavors and what-not, and my parents are over here making a gourmet dessert that no one wants to eat after the first bite. But honestly, whatever happened to KISS? Keep It Simple, Stupid.