Cookies And Cream

     Have you ever craved a food so immensely that when your parents refuse to buy it for you, you begin to cry? I have. This has only happened once. As a child, during a cold winter day, I was craving my favorite type of ice cream. I had to have it. My mother refused to buy me ice cream trying to reason that it was too cold and I would get sick. I did not care. I wanted my ice cream. My eyes started tearing up and I started to shed crocodile tears. My mother, not knowing what to do, led me to Baskin Robbins, which had my favorite ice cream. I stood on my tippy toes, scanning the different varieties of ice cream which were offered, but I already knew. My eye only caught one bowl of ice cream. It was labeled "Cookies and Cream". A waffle cone was filled three huge scoops of the heavenly ice cream. As I took the cone from the employee, the cone looked like a mountain compared to my small framed face. I gave the cone a look of appreciation before I took her in my mouth and devoured her. The vanilla and the mushy cookies and the cone all blended so nicely together. I was in love. The vanilla bean was my second favorite ice cream but adding cookies to it just made it scrumptious. I had a preference of what type of cookies I liked in my ice cream and Baskin Robbins perfected it. Some ice cream shops but hard crunchy cookies in the ice cream but I did not like that. I preferred the mushy, soft cookies which had been soaked to melt in your mouth the second it touched your tongue. The cookie was neither too dark or too milky but just in between to make it perfect. It was and still is the best ice cream I have ever had and will never betray cookies and cream to buy another flavor.