This Chocolate Mint ice cream took me back to my childhood. I don’t mean it in the same way that the smell of freshly cut grass takes you back to sunny days in the local park. Or how the sentation of peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth makes you feel safe. I am referring to that rush to eat the ice cream before it melts all down the cone, and before you know it both of your hands are somehow covered in ice cream. And the ice cream continued to drip down onto your shorts, and then shoes. And you become one sticky mess.
Turns out I never learn. Should have ordered a bowl not a cone.