Rum raisin ice cream always takes me home. My family and I always did something a little different on sunday evenings. I was looking forward to the days we go for ice cream. It was always as a reward for good behavior, stellar report cards or excellence awards. My order was always the same: rum raisin on a cone, please. I started with one scoop. I was excited to get upgraded to 2 scoops. The weirdest part about it: I pick out all the raisins. I hate raisins. But I loved the rum. It was one of the few ways to pretend I have real alcohol in my system. What can I say? I have an active imagination.
I saw this picture on tumblr. I HAVE to go buy me some. It’s worth all the calories. When I get to eat some as an adult, I have to sit, relax, make sure every spoonful melt and I smell the flavor. It always takes me to a happy place, reminds me of simpler and better days, takes me back to that little girl who wants to run the world. I know, I still have big ambitions 🙂
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