Don’t ask me how many of these I ate for breakfast on Sunday morning. I don’t want to talk about it.
Two. The answer is two.
I mean, put yourself in my position. You’re a food blogger. You are waking up early to make ice-cream sandwiches because you have to photograph them while there is still enough light outside. We lose light fast this time of year. You cut these beauties up. You stack them. You photograph them. They start getting all melty. You shove one in your mouth to save it from its melty self. You take a bite and get pumpkin ice cream all over your chin and in the ends of your hair. You could just put them back in the freezer, but you’ve already come this far. Just finish the dang ice cream sandwich. It’s really good. Continue reading