vanilla hokey pokey glory

It seems strange that I'm making all these ice creams in the middle of an English winter I can't quite understand it, but it is proving to be deeply satisfying.  There is no account of the thoughts one might have whilst stirring the custard, one might even have an epiphany or two.  I tried David Lebovitz's recipe for the perfect ice cream and as an ode to my kiwi childhood whisked up a tray of hokey pokey to flake in.  Mum used to buy 5 litre cardboard packs of Mooloo hokey pokey ice cream oh glory days!