I love ice cream. My fondest memories from childhood are going to Thrifty drug store over by Williams Brothers grocery store and getting a cone with two scoops. Depending on my mood, I would sometimes get mint chocolate chip or cookies and cream or chocolate malted crunch. (Of course there was the cool ice cream shop downtown that we would very rarely go to that had that bubble gum ice cream that was just to die for!)
Anyway... we always had ice cream at home too. I still remember at least 5 nights a week we would get a bowl of ice cream after dinner when we were just relaxing watching tv or playing a game or whatever. It wasn't a huge bowl, but it was definitely not on the skimpy side. I would fill that thing up.
You would think that I would have been hugely overweight or something... I really wasn't. Thank goodness for my 5'10" frame. Then, enter ice cream after children. I'm afraid of it. I keep it very far away. I know that I have no self control. Growing up in a house full of 6 people, if you finished off a carton of ice cream, everyone knew who did it and how long the carton had been open (ie: how many days it had been open.) Here at my house, I can finish off a carton by myself and no one will even know it was there to begin with. I can't be accountable to myself. I'm not programmed that way.
Enter my loving husband. He knows I can't stand anything to do with coffee. The smell, the taste, the thought.... Yuck! He will go out and periodically want an ice cream treat and since he knows I won't go near coffee with a 10 foot pole, he gets Hagen Daaz coffee flavored ice cream.
Lord bless him!
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CHOCOLATE MALTED CRUNCH?????
Where in the world in CA did you grow up because I grew up on Thrifty ice cream too! Chocolate MAlted Crunch was my FAVORITE!
It was like 35 cents a scoop back then. I sound like my grandma or something. My family would take us there after soccer games (we got a scoop per goal scored) and we got a scoop per A on our report cards. (We didn't get straight A's).
Serious flashback here.
I grew up in Bakersfield.
I grew up in Paso Robles... It's in San Luis Obispo county.
Of course, there was always cookies 'n' cream as the old standby. The guy who scooped the ice cream made these cute little happy faces with the scooper... Aww... the memories... It always comes back to food for me...
san luis at spring break time was always "bakersfield at the beach"
I love the street fairs there. We camped at morro bay state park every year growing up.
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