Whilst we're still on the ice cream topic, I must tell you the full and amusing story of the ice cream maker I bought hubby in 2012.
I'd ordered it and also their ice cream recipe book from Andrew James (still going well, btw), and they packed both items in a larger box which was designed to hold their much larger candy floss machine. I didn't think hubby was around, so I took the box into the dining room to unwrap it, intending to giftwrap it for his Christmas gift. He suddenly popped his head around the door and asked 'what's that?'. 'Don't look!', I yelled, it's a surprise for you for Christmas'.
Unfortunately, he'd caught sight of the words 'candy floss machine' and his expression was a mixture of deep disappointment and 'what's the silly cow bought now?' (yes, girls, you know that one, don't you?). On Christmas Day, as we and our family started tearing into our presents, our daughter exhorted her dad to 'open your biggest prezzie first'. Crestfallen and fearful, he began churlishly to tear off the giftwrap. When eventually he opened the 'candy floss machine' box and saw his ice cream maker, his relief and delight were overwhelming! Served him right for peeping.