French Ice Cream

2008, December 24, Wednesday

Every Sunday on our way to church, we pass a gorgeous looking ice cream parlour. Its call the French ..... (something) Ice Cream. Its pretty new I must say but it looks so good even from outside. We decided that once daddy came home we would stop by for some. And so we did. The boys ordered their scoops of ice cream in a cup but me oh no, the dessert queen has to have the big wafer cone.

My sons and hubby kept asking me if I would be able to finish it, as it seemed huge. But of course, its dessert for heavens sake, should you even doubt. I had the mixture with bananas and nuts, kind of a banana split version, I guess. Immanuel had ordered the Rocky Road and Ivan the Brownie Fudge.
It was very eexciting to watch as the chef called out your order and started to prepare your ice cream. They scoop up the ice cream of your choice then mash it with style as they add in the other ingredients that you have chosen in your order. SMACK, SMACK, SMASH, SMASH, WAM BAM and TADA the ice cream is served to you. So Sweet. More than anything it was a great family experience, bringing the kids there for the show and fabulous ice cream.

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