One of my fondest childhood memories is of my mother’s homemade coconut ice cream. Mmmmmmm. She would make it for special occasions, like the holidays, and even my cousins would put in requests for it whenever they visited. But while I loved my mother’s homemade ice cream, I absolutely haaattteddd the process of making it. Whisking the ingredients, then warming the milk, then tempering, then thickening, then chilling, then churning, then freezing, and then finally serving! It just seemed like such a laborious task involving an inordinate amount of steps. I couldn’t stand waiting for the end product, not to…