Day Nineteen--Marion berry Pie Ice Cream for breakfast! A Tillamook delicacy marbled with the Marion berry (a hybrid berry with it's roots stretching across the blackberry and boysenberry genders) and bits of pie crust--do not heat in microwave, unless you want to drink your ice cream.
I'm hoping to investigate making some ice cream this weekend, so we'll see what comes of it--I'll report if home-churned is better than store bought. Gonna be tough to beat that Allota Gelato.
Stopped by some friends for a cup of coffee and a chat and did it smell good! I inquired droolingly, "What's cookin'?" They laughed, it was grease being heated to clean a skillet. Note: They really should make ice cream with odor--they'd probably sell even more. Can you image the little bell of the ice cream vendor with the wafting perfume of chocolate, vanilla and strawberry beckoning young and old like a pied piper of dairy delights?
Well, twelve more days to go. Each day brings new happiness as visions of tacos dance through my mind and Subway sandwiches enter subterranean consciousness under cloak of darkness.
Gotta roll all you Nutty Buddies and Cone heads! I know you thought I'd waffle by now, but truly Ice Cream rules!!!!!!!! Dial in Sunday for more tales from the deep freeze.
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