Today I read an article on Gizmodo about how ice cream was made in the 17th century. Ice cream is that one food I’ll eat no more how much I’ve gorged myself prior to having ice cream offered to me. “I am so stuffed. If I eat one more thing I will literally explode.” “Anyone want ice cream? It’s cookie dough!” “Two scoops right here… better make that three.”
The first ice cream in history was made possible in 1671 without the use of refrigeration. The first mention of “ice cream” was made during a feast for British king Charles II. The creator of orange blossom ice cream, the first flavor until the end of the 1600s, was paid a yearly stipend to keep the recipe secret until the 1680s. Instead of mixing salt with ice as I do every few weeks to create a cold, creamy concoction, people in the 1600s used saltpeter. Saltpeter, KNO3, was first used for the creation of fireworks and gunpowder.
No one knows how people stumbled on to the freezing properties of saltpeter but I’m incredibly glad that they did. There is verse in 1 Peter that comes to mind when I think about my adoration for ice cream. 1 Peter 2:2 reads: “Like newborn babies, you must crave pure spiritual milk so that you will grow into a full experience of salvation. Cry out for this nourishment, now that you have had a taste of the Lord’s kindness.” (NLT) Once we realize how kind God really is to us, we cry out for more. God sent his son to die on the cross though we didn’t deserve it. The thought of this sacrifice has the ability to drive us to greater acts of kindness and greater devotion to the God who loves us unconditionally. When you think you’ve offered enough kindness, remember the depth of God’s kindness and continue to grow.
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