Cherry for me, my grandma would always have it and it was always delicious.
(I ask this as I am eating cherry ice cream)
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Orange sherbet in a cone. My grandfather used to get it for me after taking me to the park to play when I was around 4-6 or so. He passed away almost a decade ago and every time I have some, I think of him. He was the best.
Orange sherbet was also a thing my step dad gave me, he’d always be excited to bring it home.
Boysenberry
What is it made of?
I would imagine boysenberries. 😅
Ooo, That’s super cool!
It’s like, all the berries combined.
that’s also great for meat, minus the ice cream part
Hokey Pokey ice cream. It’s a vanilla ice cream with honey comb pieces inside of it. I’m positive that most kiwi kids would answer the same way. A close second is boysenberry ice cream.
Same! Passionfruit also. Mmmm.
Plain old vanilla. We used to get those big gallon buckets of ice cream cause they were cheap.
Bryers vanilla would if it was the same as it used to be. That was my go to add a kid. It sucks now.
I don’t even remember who made them, but the little single serve cups of chocolate ice cream with the wooden spoon
chip’n’mint
I learned to like it because of Johnny Test, it still is great.
Same. I didn’t care for it much. My dad always got the good stuff, vanilla.
Boysenberry. It’s weirdly become very rare at least where I live. It used to be quite common
SUPERMAN!
Back in my home country we had this “cream” flavor that was like a mild yellow colored vanilla buttercream. I’ve never been able to find the exact equivalent in the US. Closest are panna cotta or butter (ie: butter pecan)
Raspberry ripple!
Whats the ripple?
Vanilla ice cream and raspberry syrup mixed in in a ripple effect.
Ooo, does the ripple seep into the vanilla creating a yummy gradient?
Nobody said Cookie Dough…
Okay so, When I was a kid my mom warned me against cookie dough being dangerous.
Perhaps others had a similar experience?
Perhaps it was a generational trauma we missed?
Oh, and Snickers ice cream. It conjures up images of vacationing in Holland or Denmark and trying to fish for crabs with a cord and a cracked open clam. For some reason I feel like the clam tastes like the caramel from the Snickers.
None, the closest thing would be cheap chocolate spread with some medicine (we didn’t have a lot of sweets at home)
Hoodsie cups in the northeast.
