The All Seeing Eye Scream.

The plan was to make a kiwi custard for banana splits. I started with a dozen kiwis mashed them up, tossed two tablespoons of sugar on them, and stuck them in the fridgerator for an hour. I suppose some science goes to work at this point and breaks the fruit down a bit. I took the kiwi out and processed them to a liquid and tried my best to strain the seeds out.



Putting the fruit to the side, I made a standard custard with egg yolks, milk, and sugar. When the custard was finished I let it cool for a bit. Later on I mixed in the kiwi and some cream, then waited until the next day to freeze it.
I didn't find the time to freeze it for a few days and then when I did I forgot to put the mixing blade into my machine. A few minutes passed as I assembled the tools needed to store the finished custard. It had only been a few minutes, but it was already too late. The custard had started to freeze in a solid sheet to the bottom and sides of the machine. Trying in vain to scrape the sides and get the blade in there I realized I would have to save the unfrozen custard, clean and refreeze the frozen part of the ice cream machine and try again the next day. Sadly, I didn't get back to the custard for two or three days. By this time the custard smelled a little funny, so I poured it down the drain.
However, the day wasn't a total loss. I went to Louis st. without the custard, and got another tattoo from the cutest up and comming tattooer I know.