August 4, 2018 Butter Not. by Chris Muir Share this Share: Tag:Children, Family, Love, Marriage, Men & Women
butter brickle, eh? I’m in !!!
The twins are growing so quickly… Angsty teenage years starting soon!
Give me double chocolate, moose tracks, rocky road, or similar, and I’m in heaven. In some things, I’m easily amused.
“Hi. My name is Bryan, and I’m a chocoholic”
(group response) “Hi, Bryan”
Hi Bryan! And Bryan ye shall be henceforth.
Or just Bry. We’re friends.
Edy’s French Silk all the way here….
What is wrong with Strawberry Ice Cream?
NOTHING AT ALL!
Wrong. The only thing wrong with it is a strawberry allergy.
You have a point. Mine is blueberries.
You scream, I scream, we all scream for Ice Cream!
and maybe some gelato every once and a while, too?
That’s not a problem with the ice cream. 😉
I’m up with chocolate, and particularly with chocolate and mint. Speaking of which, on a cold evening, a shot of mint schnapps goes very nicely into hot chocolate.
Bribery works such a treat with kids.
Schnapps? The oil that always made me feel like a Downhill Olympian!
Replacing herself as we happily watch. Such a good thing.
And don’t sell yourself short there Z, your boys can swim good, and this time odds are they’ll swim right into the YX chromosome corner! That too would be a good thing…need some male sprouts thereabouts maybe there will be three!
The best ice cream flavor in the world! Butter Brickle!
Now wait just a cotton pickin’ minute here…
I mean I love me some Heath Bars (although they don’t love my old toofies so much anymore), and what is essentially Heath Bar ice cream is undeniably awesome.
But Best in the World? That could only be said -or written- by someone who has never had the simple but absolute soul-touching transcendent pleasure of homemade ice cream hand-cranked on the front porch in the summertime in the Heart of Dixie an hour or two after the last of the Southern Fried Chicken and fixin’s went down the hatch.
That….is the Best Ice Cream in the World. And it has only partially to do with the taste and flavor. Gotta think our DD families in Texas know that experience.
Idyllic? Yes. Wistful, yearning reminisce? Absolutely. But very very real…and I remember it well. I’ve even reproduced the experience for the grands with a fair amount of success.
The simplest pleasures are still the best.
I’ve got to agree with you.
My personal weakness is gelato, the real gelato you find in Europe.
However, the homemade ice cream from hand cranked ice cream freezers during the summers of 1962 and 1963 in Aberdeen, MS was The Best Ice Cream in the World.
First time I’d ever seen a real vanilla bean, or pure, dark cacao powder. But the best flavor was courtesy of a neighbor who carefully tended a banana tree, and each year, the ripe fruit from that tree became truly fresh banana ice cream.
I am drowning in drool!
I can still remember screaming for that hand cranked ice scream from the palm shaded sands of Miami Beach.
They had refrigerators and freezers by then and not just the ice box, that was relegated to the garage. The old folk kept the tradition only so long.
Blue Bell Triple Chocolate…
Blue Bell Cookie Dough…
Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla…
Blue Bell Banana Pudding…
Yep, Blue Bell forever!
Sigh. Have to avoid sugar and all the “ose” fake sweeteners, so I make my own ice cream. Cream, half and half, stevia, vanilla — it’s right tasty. Working on fruit sorbets now, since they don’t need any additional sweeteners.