Hunched over the stove top, meticulously folding melted chocolate over and over itself in infinite tides of glossy excellence. Incorporating yolks into sugar whips a wholesome protein into sweet thick ribbons that tumble from their metal beaters. Milk and cocoa powder whisked until ominous brown clouds explode into the sky. The slow incorporation of pieces climaxes into a smooth custard, so **** and luscious you'll lick it off your own fingers. Any attention that can be drawn to your mouth is good attention, particularly that of homemade ice cream.