Here’s the thing about me and ice cream: I like it, but I don’t love it. There isn’t much to hate on, but if I’m going for something sweet, chances are I’m going straight for a lemon bar, lemon pound cake, or something rich, dense, and chocolaty.
And then summer hit. And it was hot… and sticky… and humid… and oh so very Baltimore. And suddenly, all I ever wanted to eat was ice cream (and popcorn, but I guess that’s a different post). But since I never ever buy it, I don’t really know where the *good* places are. This wasn’t an Edys craving, nor was it a Baskin Robbins craving. It was kind of a Dairy Queen craving (yes, I blame you, LM). This was a the-creamier-the-better craving.
Enter Taharka Brothers (Bros.) Ice Cream...
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