Living in Germany: Italian Ice-cream
When Brent and I were living in Dallas, we discovered the joys of Blue Bell ice-cream, especially their cookies and cream, which is the original. Our local grocery store would run great sales on it regularly--3 for $3 deal--so we were always well-stocked. Since moving to Germany, we've greatly missed our Blue Bell's, but have found another joy--Italian ice-cream! I have especially craved ice-cream during this pregnancy (that's my excuse, at least). In Germany, the only ice-cream shops are Italian, so we suffer greatly, but choke down the dreadful stuff just to get an ice-cream fix. Um, well...that's not entirely truthful...it's more like we inhale and oooh and ahhh the whole time we're stuffing our faces. Our local shop is simply the BEST!!! They started carrying "After Eight," which I absolutely love. Brent likes the coffee flavored, while Anne usually wants anything pink. Lydia is simply happy for a bite. (I really should go back and clarify that it is ME who stuffs my face, nobody else.)
The Italian ice-cream is very smooth, not gummy at all, and is not too heavy. The shops here pride themselves on how beautifully they can present their "artwork." Even if you get some ice-cream to take home, they will still put it in a pretty container and wrap it up with some pretty paper. It's amazing how pretty they can make all this ice-cream, but I'm a plain-jane type of gal, so just scoop me up some "After Eight" Eis, stick it in any old bowl, and I'm a happy mommy.
When Brent and I were living in Dallas, we discovered the joys of Blue Bell ice-cream, especially their cookies and cream, which is the original. Our local grocery store would run great sales on it regularly--3 for $3 deal--so we were always well-stocked. Since moving to Germany, we've greatly missed our Blue Bell's, but have found another joy--Italian ice-cream! I have especially craved ice-cream during this pregnancy (that's my excuse, at least). In Germany, the only ice-cream shops are Italian, so we suffer greatly, but choke down the dreadful stuff just to get an ice-cream fix. Um, well...that's not entirely truthful...it's more like we inhale and oooh and ahhh the whole time we're stuffing our faces. Our local shop is simply the BEST!!! They started carrying "After Eight," which I absolutely love. Brent likes the coffee flavored, while Anne usually wants anything pink. Lydia is simply happy for a bite. (I really should go back and clarify that it is ME who stuffs my face, nobody else.)
The Italian ice-cream is very smooth, not gummy at all, and is not too heavy. The shops here pride themselves on how beautifully they can present their "artwork." Even if you get some ice-cream to take home, they will still put it in a pretty container and wrap it up with some pretty paper. It's amazing how pretty they can make all this ice-cream, but I'm a plain-jane type of gal, so just scoop me up some "After Eight" Eis, stick it in any old bowl, and I'm a happy mommy.
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