On candy cane ice cream

Oh candy cane ice cream.

I make you once a year. You're so simple - milk, cream, sugar, vanilla, mint, candy canes. I do not know why you are so much better than store-bought peppermint ice cream (perhaps because they contain more ingredients than this?) But you're wonderful, deliciously wonderful. Rapturously wonderful. Every year, you reduce me to licking the melted drips off the paddle, shamelessly.

Oh, thank you, ice cream gods, for freezing my ice cream bowl solid to allow me to make this wonderful treat. If I'd ended up with pudding again, I think I would have cried.

I should share you with the gaming group. And I will, I suppose. But I don't want to. Mine!