This ice cream has managed to capture all aspects of my childhood birthday parties. Ribbons of cream cheese, chunks of pound cake, vanilla ice cream and of course jimmies (or sprinkles- depending on who you ask). It tastes like a paper plate with vanilla homemade 'mom' cake, with vanilla icing and jimmies, made soupy with melting vanilla ice cream being scarfed down between present opening, pinning something to something else, and running and screaming like a lunatic.
I have been told by a head shaking roommate, as I savor spoonfuls straight from the container, that I look like the girl on the container. "But it's a child," I responded. To which he said "Exactly". I think that may have been a stab at my maturing. Be warned, eating Birthday Party ice cream, will bring out the child in you.
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