My mom and I stopped for ice cream today. This place is our FAVORITE. They have fantastic flavor combinations that you just have to eat every day, so we go all the time when we are at The Bay.
This week, one of their combinations was a blueberry/black cherry twist that was SO DELICIOUS that I have already had it three times (what rut?). For some reason, today I switched it up a little and ordered a small vanilla cone with crunch coat. This reminded me of a classic Grandpa moment.
When we used to drive home from the cottage, we would always want to stop a Dairy Queen. It didn't matter how soaking wet and cold we were from playing in the creek, we wanted ice cream. We would whine and carry on until we finally got to Dairy Queen and my dad would sigh and say, "All right, but you're all getting small vanilla cones." Then Mom would say, "Make mine a twist."
Dad: "Yes, and I'm getting a raspberry milkshake."
Kids: "Oh, I want a blizzard/mine with crunch coat/a large!"
Depending on how Dad was feeling (and to this day, I have no idea what swayed him one way or the other on any given drive home), we would end up with the ice cream of our choice or a small vanilla cone.
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