Since I was a toddler my family has been going to the same ice cream stand. Within walking distance of my house, the stand is located on a farm that dates back to 1798. Hanging around the farm is the noticeable smell of cow manure. Some may say it is gross, but I have come to think of it as a smell of my childhood. Walking to the farm, we pass animals of all sorts, fields of vegetables, and tractors galore. Although the atmosphere is great, nothing can match up tot heir homemade ice cream. People wait in line for up to thirty minutes just to get a delicious taste of this creamy heaven.
Deciding what flavor to pick is always stressful. The board next to the ordering window lists flavors of all kinds. After heavy debate with myself, I always pick chocolate with rainbow sprinkles on a sugar cone. The perfectly creamy delight piles high on your cone with stray drops falling on your fingers in the summer heat. My dad is usually more adventurous trying the different flavors available. A favorite of his will always be the Black Cherry Chocolate Chip. Personally, I am not a fan of black cherry ice cream. However, this specific ice cream reigns above all cherry competitors, such as Cherry Garcia. My brother, on the other hand always picks a mint chocolate chip milkshake. This choice can make me extremely envious, but I become more content when my cone extends out of the sliding window. Often, ice cream works well with different toppings such as sprinkles, gummy bears, whip cream, or chocolate sauce. This ice cream, however, is delicious all by itself. The generous portions keep customers returning to the family run farm for years to come.
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