Welcome to “We All Scream for Ouce Cream”… my ode to the best dessert of all time! I’ve been thinking about starting a blog for a while now, but my inability to keep up with daily posts has always discouraged me. But, at my family’s encouragement, I’ve decided to throw typical “blog rules” out the window and run this one on my own terms.
I created this blog as a place to document my ice cream memories and to share recipes, reviews, and tips with my fellow ice cream aficionados (holla!). I travel a lot (for work and pleasure) and enjoy tracking down the best “ouce creams” across the world. Last year, I finally bit the bullet and purchased a 2-quart Cuisinart. Now, you can often find me poring over ice cream recipes and subjecting my boyfriend and friends to my latest creation.
My love of ice cream started early… At three-months-old, I experienced my first “real people” food. It was black raspberry soft serve, courtesy of my dad. Of course he had to set my standards high… no benign vanilla for this gal. Thanks to my father’s sweet tooth, we always had a carton (or two) of the good stuff in the freezer. Growing up in New England exposed me and my sisters to some of the best ice cream hotspots: Cape Cod, Maine, and – of course – Vermont (home of the the legends Ben and Jerry).
It wasn’t until I got older that I realized that some of my strongest, most vivid memories revolve around ice cream. I may not remember what song we danced to at my third-grade dance recital, but I can sure remember that trip to Friendly’s afterwards… where my two best friends and I ordered hot fudge sundaes with gummy bears (a poor choice, in retrospect. I’m surprised we have all our teeth after chomping on the rock-solid frozen bears). I may forget what our hotel looked like in Rome – or even when we went – but I’ll never forget that pear gelato I shared with my boyfriend right outside the Vatican walls. They say memories are “sweet.” I take that literally.
Before you say anything, yes, I understand that ice cream should be enjoyed in moderation. It should come after a healthy, balanced dinner. And the official serving size is a half cup… not an overflowing cereal bowl. But, I’m okay having a few servings of ice cream every week. In fact, I encourage it. After all, as my college freshman sister often says, “YOLO”… You only live once!