The chocolate gods were smiling on me and I had a beautiful chocolate ice cream mix in the can!
I put the dasher in the can and the can in the bucket of the churn. (Sometimes I have a problem with remembering the dasher... :O )
It was when I went to start the motor that the ice cream gods began to frown upon me. There was noise in the electrical parts, but I've found that noise can't churn ice cream!
My ancestors were a resourceful lot, and I'll bet they made ice cream in a jar rolled in snow. If home-school mamas can make ice cream in a zip-lock bag kneaded with ice cubes; I could adapt & overcome!
So I did!
Thank the ice cream gods that I still own an orange Tupperware bowl. (it's great for dough-rising!)
It got quite cold
but never achieved true churned ice cream consistency, but after sitting in the freezer overnight, was usable for my recipe.
...and that was how I thwarted a curse from the ice cream gods!