So. Charlotte reeeeally likes her ice cream.
So much that she was determined to get at every last drop, no matter what it took.
No matter how sticky she got.
Granted, it was the best ice cream-scuse me-gelato...that'd she'd (and I've) probably ever had. Caramel gelato-made from scratch by Uncle Ryan and Aunt Megan.
We had a fab dinner (Brown Sugar Spice Pork, Red skinned mashed potatoes, steamed broccoli and carrots, and buttermilk biscuits) and they topped it off with their homemade caramel and raspberry gelato-and chocolate "salami" cookies studded with cashews or macadamia nuts, I don't remember. Yeah, we feasted. YUM. Then the girls went a little crazy burning off some of the sugar. Fun evening with family. What's better?
2 comments:
Go Charlotte! I lick my bowl all the time! Gotta make those calories count. Girl after my heart.
Ha ha what a cutie! She's got the right idea! you gotta get all you can out of that treat! Sounds delish!!
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