Ice cream

I remember this stuff from my childhood.  My parents used to buy that 3-tiered ice cream for me from the supermarket, and I used to call it Napoleon ice cream.  Took me until I was in junior high before I realised it was “Neapolitan”.

Freeze drying it was a stroke of genius, as my mum hates mess and there are few things messier than a child with rapidly melting ice cream on a hot July in Toronto.  You had me at freeze-dried.

That and my phonetic pronunciation of Garfield’s lasagne; and my inability to differentiate between pheasants and peasants as a child.  Endearing, non?;


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