Hartwell milk, barely interrupted.
Three cocoas and a scoop of malt.
Roasted till jammy, folded in rough.
August in a cone. Trust us.
Reyes orchard peaches, browned butter.
Toasted, salted, a little chewy.
Cold-brew custard, fried dough folds.
Sherbet-adjacent. Bracing.
Coconut cream base, toasted twice.
Just fruit, lime, and nerve.
Wildflower honey, graham crumble.
Returns when the mint patch recovers.
The board changes every Monday. If a flavor you love has vanished, it is resting, not gone. Ask at the window and we will say when.
Under ten? A dollar off, sprinkles free, cake cone by default. The scoop is smaller but not insultingly so.
A biscuit on unsweetened sweet cream. One dollar, and every dollar goes to the Fernhill shelter.
Cake cones are nostalgia and structural integrity. Waffle cones are baked here every morning and the whole shop smells like it. Both are correct.
Eight flavors deep, packed hard the same day they were churned, eleven dollars flat. Grab one on the way out or make a special trip. We will not judge if it does not survive the drive home.
The lineup rotates with the board. That is the deal with seasons.
Four half pints of anything on the board, packed in one box with a sleeve of cake cones. Call ahead at (555) 555-0134 and it is waiting at close.
Every gallon starts as milk and cream from Hartwell Farm, eleven miles up the valley road, and becomes ice cream in the back that same week. We churn three gallons at a time, small enough to taste every batch, big enough to survive a Saturday. Barely. Summer belongs to peaches and sweet corn. February belongs to the weird ones, black sesame, rye toast, roasted parsnip, because the quiet month is when the best ideas show up.
Sisters-in-law Nora and June Alba opened Churn as a farmers market table in 2021: one hand-crank machine, a cooler of Hartwell cream, and a line that would not quit. The shop on Gable Street came two summers later, mostly so the line would have somewhere to stand in the rain.
June writes the board and argues for the strange flavors. Nora runs the machine and wins most of the arguments. Whoever loses the coin toss scrubs the churn.
"We make ice cream the slow way because it is the only way we know. The machine is faster than the crank now. Barely."
Warm fudge in a thermos, toasted almonds, cherries, real whipped cream, and enough cake cones for seconds. Or pint packs if you would rather scoop. Two weeks notice for weekends. Tell us the date and the headcount and we will do the math.
Plan a partySundae bar serves 15 to 50. The metal coupes stay at the shop; we send compostable ones.
The pill at the top of the page is always today's answer.
22 Gable Street
Fernhill
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The bench out front seats four, five if one of you is small.
Say hello(555) 555-0134
hello@churn.example
Call about the flight, allergies, or whether the peach is back.


