“Alright then. Let me get everything together.”

He gathers his ingredients, and explains his methods:

“Pour this cream and the sugar into a well-frozen churner, and start it going. Meanwhile, skin the apples, and cut them into large dice.”

His gnarled, callused hands are surprisingly deft and graceful as he speedily does so, sweeping the half-inch cubes of apple into a large mixing bowl.

“Cover with sugar, grated cinnamon bark, nutmeg, and a squeeze of lemon juice; stir until completely coated…”

He brings the bowl to the ice cream maker. “…and once you think the ice cream is solid enough, add this, then churn it until it’s evenly distributed.”