Once upon a time back in the day when eating out was a once or twice a year huge big deal, three little girls went to the dairy to pay the monthly milk bill with the father of two of the girls who also happened to be Uncle John to the third.
While Uncle John paid the bill, the three girls pressed their noses longingly to the glass of the freezer case dreaming of an ice cream cone. Perhaps because the day was so hot, but probably because his little niece was along, Uncle John decided this WAS the day for that treat.
Three one-scoop chocolate ice cream cones were dipped and delivered into three pairs of anxious little hands.
As the girls walked home, savoring every lick of the rare treat, they decided that THIS was the best chocolate ice cream they had EVER tasted.
It was bliss.
Days flowed into months and months into years until the three little girls had families and milk bills of their own. Still, when they met, they reminisced of that special day and the chocolate ice cream that was the best of all.
This is NOT that ice cream. It does NOT come with the love or the memories.
BUT - - - the taste? It is as close to that impossibly good chocolate ice cream as one could ever get.
How do I know? Because I was one of those three little girls and when I eat THIS ice cream, I am back walking down those childhood streets licking that "one most wonderful cone in all the world" all over again.