Ben, Jerry and the boys
Never, EVER has ice cream tasted as good as it did on that hot day, sitting on the hot sidewalk, with my best friend.
Except maybe this past weekend. With my nephews. And the man in my life. And obscene quantities of frozen sweet cream that no 5-year-old, 10-year-old or 30-something-year-old has any business ordering. Servings larger than some of our heads. Servings that would later be regretted by a few of us.
But, really, we had to do it. We had journeyed to the mother ship, Ben & Jerry's HQ in Waterbury, VT, and there was no going back.
We toured. We bought. We binged.
Auntie, I want to stay here forever.
Cherry Garcia was had. Chunky Monkey was had. Shakes, cones and cups were had.
Lactose intolerance and bloating aside, it was an awesome day.
What's your favorite Ben & Jerry's flavor?