Hello, my name is Bre, and I have a problem.
There I was, a day off of the ice cream truck, a world (or city, at least) of opportunity laid out in front of me, and I found myself being lured into a frozen custard shop. Seriously, Self? Do you really need to expend your free-time energies on MORE frozen confections?
I've upheld a lifelong (and now professional)
And what a first date! [/relationship-ice cream metaphor]
Srsly. It was ridiculously good. I got cookie dough in a hand-rolled waffle cone. The texture reminded me of soft serve, but was definitely its own thing. So smooth! And the cookie dough wasn't in little balls...but, rather, crumbles, I think. Which was also awesome.
AND, when I got to the bottom, there was chocolate!
...but not JUST chocolate...
...it was a malt ball! What an awesome idea for the bottom of the cone...so simple...so tasty...so...
Ok. Looking up Ice-Cream-aholics Anonymous gatherings NOW.