That’s what Quint calls it. “Osh”. It, being Ice-Cream. Don’t know why – don’t know where he got it from – we just know that it’s practically his personal love language. This kid loves ice-cream. Whatdyagonnado? He’s clearly got good taste buds…
And I have to tell you that my favorite place to go when we visit Cali is an old fashioned Ice-Cream Parlor. Like, old school. They make all of their own ice-creams and I can’t even describe it to you. It’s sinfully, insanely, you will gain weight looking at it, kind of amazing.
I don’t bother “looking” at it. Ahem.
So I was very excited to take Quint there and let him enjoy in full-force what ice-cream should be about…none of this mamby pamby store bought osh…
The rest I’ll show you…
Meanwhile, next to Quint – AB was diggin’ into this beauty…could you die?
Never fear…I have an old standby that I am faithful to.
And it’s true, no one needs this ungodly amount of ice-cream, and no – I could not finish it.
But sweet mother, did I ever try.
Here we have Toasted Almond ice-cream (to. die. for) with homemade caramel.
People. It’s a dining experience that requires you take a moment.
I could almost buy a ticket and head back just to see this beauty in person again. Sigh…
Until next time, sweet Osh…
Happy Drooling and Happy Summer
