A month or so ago, as I was deep in the throes of my ice cream obsession, my 12 year old asked (more like begged...) me to make Rocky Road Ice Cream instead of something more fun, like Honey Lavender or Cherry Pie à la Mode. So of course I made it, right?
But then I served her a bowl of that ice cream she had begged for.
She wrinkled her nose.
"Are these...NUTS?!?" she gasped.
Ummm...yes. That's kind of what makes that Rocky Road ice cream you've been enjoying for years rocky.
She followed with, "...is this MARSHMALLOW?!?"
Yes, my child. Also, you love marshmallows. Also marshmallows are always in Rocky Road ice cream.
Yes, my child. Also, you love marshmallows. Also marshmallows are always in Rocky Road ice cream.
Kids...they're a weird, finicky breed.
I was confused by the reaction, to be honest.
She asked me to pick out the nuts and the marshmallows, for her.
I- of course- refused.
*sigh*