I remember making ice cream like this at school when I was a young child. I remember thinking wow that was really awesome. With Teaghan’s poem this week based around Ice Cream, I figured why not?? I first asked the girls what they thought ice cream was made out of? They both could only give me one word. Sugar 😆. I took the whole thing to be a teachable moment. We looked up a “recipe” and set out everything we needed. We talked about how those would be our ingredients. We talked about measuring cups vs. measuring spoons. We smelled vanilla. We talked. We talked about our favorite kinds of ice cream, when and where we’ve ever had it, if we prefer bowls or cones, etc. We talked about why this kind was white but chocolate flavored is brown? We talked about what they thought was going to happen when we started shaking the milk, sugar and vanilla. We laughed. We learned from mistakes. We shook so hard the Ziploc popped open and ice flew everywhere. Note to self.. double bag it. And best of all, we enjoyed a sweet treat that we made! 🍦 Try it! So fun!





