I microwave my ice cream. Not until it’s completely melted, but till there is just the right mix of melty and firm. Even better is eating microwaved ice cream in the middle of winter while cuddled under and electric blanket. Pure bliss!
I was a dumb kid, went for the same consistency in the grossest way possible, which was putting spoonfuls in my mouth, spitting it back into the bowl and mixing it in. One day an older friend saw that, horrified. Told me to just stir the ice cream for a while instead and I stopped with the saliva ice cream shenanigans from then on.
I microwave my ice cream. Not until it’s completely melted, but till there is just the right mix of melty and firm. Even better is eating microwaved ice cream in the middle of winter while cuddled under and electric blanket. Pure bliss!
As a kid, I liked to turn my ice cream into an actual creamy texture by repeatedly stabbing it with my spoon.
I looked like a maniac doing it, but the result is great
I was a dumb kid, went for the same consistency in the grossest way possible, which was putting spoonfuls in my mouth, spitting it back into the bowl and mixing it in. One day an older friend saw that, horrified. Told me to just stir the ice cream for a while instead and I stopped with the saliva ice cream shenanigans from then on.
Kids aren’t the smartest sometimes, you and me both certainly weren’t exempt from that rule
But you had the right idea. I mean hey, it’s called ice cream for a reason, no?
I have a phobia of partially melted ice cream…
This would be a special kind of hell for me…