It's time to scream. Summer is the season for ice cream.
Nothing seems to cool and refresh during the dog days of summer like ice cream.
She's got a point there. As kids, who didn't opt for a cone and race to lick the rapidly disappearing delicacy before it trickled over the cone and onto those delightfully sticky fingers. The only time to forgo the cone was when the icy offering was scooped fresh out of the churn. Always a bit softer than the manufactured variety, usually this graced a bowl or cup and was then laden down with all those extra additives like fresh fruit or cookies or, better yet, drowned in a stream of chocolate syrup. For instance a higher content of butterfat, it may not be pleasing to the waistline, but it is to the stomach.