I scream. You scream. Snoopy screams.

This weekend I retrieved my 1989 Snoopy ice cream maker from my Mom’s house. Aside from orthodontics, this is the most important investment from my childhood.

Does it still work? Like a champ.

And since I was able to maneuver this delightful apparatus as a wee child, I am quite confident I’ll be able to make even better frosty treats as a quasi-adult.

It’s happening this weekend, stay tuned.