Sunday was one of the more important holidays in my world, National Ice Cream Day. I’ve discovered through my life that even though many people love ice cream, particular preferences for ice cream are very personal. Growing up I was not exposed to much ice cream outside of the cardboard quarts sold in the grocery store, and any variety of mint chocolate chip, or cookies n’ cream was a delightful treat. In the last few years I’ve had more opportunity to try some of the local and regional artisan ice creams, and my perspective has shifted.
About ten years ago I was introduced to Graeter’s Ice Cream, and since then, no other ice cream has been worth the time or calories to me. And that is saying something, because I’m not one to moderate either of those things too well. The Cincinnati ice cream company has slowly made its way up to the Northeast Ohio in local grocery stores so I’ve made able to get my fix on occasion. As of a few weeks ago, Graeter’s has opened their first Cleveland area scoop shop, making this past National Ice Cream Day monumental for me. I was able to indulge in my favorite Black Raspberry Chip ice cream on a sugar cone just a few miles from my home. It was pure bliss!
If you’re looking for a book to be as passionate about as I am about ice cream, maybe one of these titles recently added to our Reading Room is for you:
Happy reading!
Beth
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