Grandma Marie never had a shop. She made ice cream in her tiny Chicago kitchen using a wooden bucket churn — the same one we still use today. Every Sunday, the whole family gathered around as she layered rock salt and ice, cranking by hand until creamy magic spilled over the sides.

Now, I’m bringing that joy to everyone.

We follow Grandma Marie’s original recipes — no tweaks, no shortcuts. Butter Pecan with Georgia nuts she’d toast herself. Strawberry Swing from berries picked at the local market. Midnight Fudge so rich it stains the spoon.

We stay small batch because that old bucket only holds so much. When it’s gone, it’s gone — just like Sunday used to end.

We continue her legacy.

One crank, one scoop, one smile at a time —exactly how Grandma Marie would’ve wanted.