Mr. G and I love going out to eat. It's a little break from cooking and cleaning, and we enjoy the chance to talk. (Meals at restaurants last longer than meals at home, so I feel like we talk more.) But since we don't have unlimited funds, we usually skip dessert.
So imagine our surprise when we broke tradition to order a scoop of ice cream and this came to our table . .
I think the official name was French vanilla ice cream with peanut butter swirl. The official taste was YUM.
When did desserts get so big?!
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