Cherry for me, my grandma would always have it and it was always delicious.
(I ask this as I am eating cherry ice cream)
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After eight.
As a kid in Italy. A grown up taste but I loved it.
Reminds me of that holiday.Orange sherbet in a cone. My grandfather used to get it for me after taking me to the park to play when I was around 4-6 or so. He passed away almost a decade ago and every time I have some, I think of him. He was the best.
Orange sherbet was also a thing my step dad gave me, he’d always be excited to bring it home.
Pumpkin or peach ice cream has the strongest childhood association for me—a place by the highway sold it fresh & seasonally. These aren’t common flavors either.
What was your first memory of eating it?
soft serve or soft ice. back in the country (GDR) where I grew up there was no other ice cream than that.
Boysenberry
that’s also great for meat, minus the ice cream part
What is it made of?
I would imagine boysenberries. 😅
Ooo, That’s super cool!
It’s like, all the berries combined.
Bryers vanilla would if it was the same as it used to be. That was my go to add a kid. It sucks now.
Plain old vanilla. We used to get those big gallon buckets of ice cream cause they were cheap.
I don’t even remember who made them, but the little single serve cups of chocolate ice cream with the wooden spoon
SUPERMAN!
Back in my home country we had this “cream” flavor that was like a mild yellow colored vanilla buttercream. I’ve never been able to find the exact equivalent in the US. Closest are panna cotta or butter (ie: butter pecan)
chip’n’mint
I learned to like it because of Johnny Test, it still is great.
Same. I didn’t care for it much. My dad always got the good stuff, vanilla.
Tutti Frutti. I mean, I hated it then and probably wouldn’t like it as an adult but it seemed to be everywhere when I was a kid.
None, the closest thing would be cheap chocolate spread with some medicine (we didn’t have a lot of sweets at home)
Oh, and Snickers ice cream. It conjures up images of vacationing in Holland or Denmark and trying to fish for crabs with a cord and a cracked open clam. For some reason I feel like the clam tastes like the caramel from the Snickers.
Hoodsie cups in the northeast.
