As newlyweds we lived in central Ohio. In those days a typical Friday night included ice cream and book browsing. It didn't take long to convince us that Graeter's is the best ice cream on the continent.
It's been seven loooong years since such decadence crossed our lips. On Mother's Day Eve the professor found it at our local Kroger. After expressing his exuberance to the cashier he paid ten dollars for two pints {totally worth it!}, brought it home, and together we dove into Toffee-Chip heaven.
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