Surprised, he looked at me in utter disbelief. In response to my request, he turned around and headed back down the road to the Cheese Mart. Although we purchased pepper jack and cheddar cheese, that was not what had beckoned to me as we had passed by.
Two rows of nondescript containers lined the cooler. But appearances can be deceiving. For encased in each tub was a frozen concoction that awakened the child hidden deep within. Delightful creations in creamy vanilla and chocolaty brown. Screaming for a fix, the senses could not be ignored.
For a brief moment I was a bit let down, there was no Mackinac Island Fudge Ice Cream to be found. The momentary setback was soon forgotten as I spied the Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Ice Cream tucked back in the far corner of the cooler.
Stepping out into the frigid cold night air, the ice cream tasted warm and inviting. It was oh….so…. yummy!