Hoof-Cranked Ice Cream
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twilightponyWe had a scorcher of a day today. It was already hot out when Pinkie popped into my door and announced she had a super special great idea. We were going to make ice cream at Fluttershy's cottage. I like ice cream as much as any pony so this sounded like a good idea. It also turned out to be a not so good idea.
We were each to bring our own fruit, flavors and other savory ingredients to add to the ice cream. Pinkie was providing the cream, milk, sugar, salt and the hoof-cranked churns. Rainbow Dash was providing the ice maker, on loan from the Cloudsdale weather factory.
I grabbed some peppermint oil, a few pails, a basket of sour apples, threw them into my pack sacks, grabbed Spike and we were off to Fluttershy's cottage to make our own ice cream!
On the way we caught up with Rarity. She was packing dark chocolate and saffron. When we were almost there we met up with Applejack. I was expecting something with apples but no. She'd received a case of oranges from her Aunt and Uncle in Manehattan and she intended to turn a dozen of them into ice cream. It was either that or marmalade.
Dash, Pinkie and of course, Fluttershy, were waiting for us at the cottage. Since it was their idea, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie had a head start. Pinkie planned on a carrot cake ice cream, Dash was going to try for a vanilla oat swirl and Fluttershy's idea was to make a dandelion, almond, sesame, marzipan, cherry ice cream. She insisted that it was not Angel's idea.
We set up the ice maker on a end table and on the kitchen table we installed three hoof-cranked ice cream churns. Making ice cream is a team effort. I teamed up with Rarity. That chocolate really smelled good and teaming up with Rarity suited Spike just fine. Meanwhile, several dozen pairs of eyes peered out at us from their hiding places in various nooks and crannies of Fluttershy's cottage. This is where Pinkie's plan was not such a good idea.
It's a few weeks short of mid summer. It's the height of summer baby season. Fluttershy gets most of the orphans, the lost, the tired parents, the injured. Most of those live in her cottage. Most of them are always hungry. We were piling treats on Fluttershy's kitchen table, right under their noses. All those eyes were looking to see which of them would make the first move.
It was a jackalope kit that struck first, making off with a mouthful of Pinkie's grated carrots. I was told it was a jackalope, but at that age the kit didn't have antlers yet. Some chipmunks and mice helped themselves to the oats and almonds, and when Rarity reached for her saffron, she found a few bees buzzing around in the jar, happily loading up on saffron. There was still enough for her ice cream.
Pinkie had to push a fawn and a bear cub away from the milk and the cream, then away from the honey and everything else on the table. By now all the critters were getting a lot braver, scampering about and looking for ways to get on the table. Fluttershy wasn't much help. The kitchen was heading for total chaos.
Finally, I cast an exclusion zone around us to keep Fluttershy's critters out of our workspace and materials. They'd already eaten about half our stuff. Or rather, they were eating it while looking in through the bubble I'd cast, moaning and chittering plaintively, with their mouths full. I somehow felt guilty.
We succeeded in making a fair amount of ice cream, despite our losses. We were also almost obliged to pick up the pace, just to keep warm. Dash's ice maker also chilled the room. That drove off most of Fluttershy's wards to warmer areas of the house and we got some relief from their sad, hungry stares. I think the ferrets and the skunks teamed up to leave us an offering of insects, fish and dead things. I'm not sure if they hoped we'd make a dead thing ice cream for them or if we'd take it in exchange for something like honey and cream cheese. I don't speak ferret and Fluttershy wouldn't say.
I popped our protective bubble and we fled with our buckets into the afternoon haze before Fluttershy's horde woke up from their naps, play tussles and whatever it was they were doing.
Next time we make ice cream, I think we should do it in the Treecastle.
We were each to bring our own fruit, flavors and other savory ingredients to add to the ice cream. Pinkie was providing the cream, milk, sugar, salt and the hoof-cranked churns. Rainbow Dash was providing the ice maker, on loan from the Cloudsdale weather factory.
I grabbed some peppermint oil, a few pails, a basket of sour apples, threw them into my pack sacks, grabbed Spike and we were off to Fluttershy's cottage to make our own ice cream!
On the way we caught up with Rarity. She was packing dark chocolate and saffron. When we were almost there we met up with Applejack. I was expecting something with apples but no. She'd received a case of oranges from her Aunt and Uncle in Manehattan and she intended to turn a dozen of them into ice cream. It was either that or marmalade.
Dash, Pinkie and of course, Fluttershy, were waiting for us at the cottage. Since it was their idea, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie had a head start. Pinkie planned on a carrot cake ice cream, Dash was going to try for a vanilla oat swirl and Fluttershy's idea was to make a dandelion, almond, sesame, marzipan, cherry ice cream. She insisted that it was not Angel's idea.
We set up the ice maker on a end table and on the kitchen table we installed three hoof-cranked ice cream churns. Making ice cream is a team effort. I teamed up with Rarity. That chocolate really smelled good and teaming up with Rarity suited Spike just fine. Meanwhile, several dozen pairs of eyes peered out at us from their hiding places in various nooks and crannies of Fluttershy's cottage. This is where Pinkie's plan was not such a good idea.
It's a few weeks short of mid summer. It's the height of summer baby season. Fluttershy gets most of the orphans, the lost, the tired parents, the injured. Most of those live in her cottage. Most of them are always hungry. We were piling treats on Fluttershy's kitchen table, right under their noses. All those eyes were looking to see which of them would make the first move.
It was a jackalope kit that struck first, making off with a mouthful of Pinkie's grated carrots. I was told it was a jackalope, but at that age the kit didn't have antlers yet. Some chipmunks and mice helped themselves to the oats and almonds, and when Rarity reached for her saffron, she found a few bees buzzing around in the jar, happily loading up on saffron. There was still enough for her ice cream.
Pinkie had to push a fawn and a bear cub away from the milk and the cream, then away from the honey and everything else on the table. By now all the critters were getting a lot braver, scampering about and looking for ways to get on the table. Fluttershy wasn't much help. The kitchen was heading for total chaos.
Finally, I cast an exclusion zone around us to keep Fluttershy's critters out of our workspace and materials. They'd already eaten about half our stuff. Or rather, they were eating it while looking in through the bubble I'd cast, moaning and chittering plaintively, with their mouths full. I somehow felt guilty.
We succeeded in making a fair amount of ice cream, despite our losses. We were also almost obliged to pick up the pace, just to keep warm. Dash's ice maker also chilled the room. That drove off most of Fluttershy's wards to warmer areas of the house and we got some relief from their sad, hungry stares. I think the ferrets and the skunks teamed up to leave us an offering of insects, fish and dead things. I'm not sure if they hoped we'd make a dead thing ice cream for them or if we'd take it in exchange for something like honey and cream cheese. I don't speak ferret and Fluttershy wouldn't say.
I popped our protective bubble and we fled with our buckets into the afternoon haze before Fluttershy's horde woke up from their naps, play tussles and whatever it was they were doing.
Next time we make ice cream, I think we should do it in the Treecastle.
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