These treats couldn’t be cooler
If I kept ice cream in the house, there is a good chance I would eat it for breakfast ... lunch … and dinner. My earliest memory of ice cream is after my tonsillectomy when I was 5. In those days, hospitals didn’t allow parents to sleep over with their children and did not offer much in the way of pain relief.
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