E is particular about his ice cream. Plain vanilla won’t do, and he’s more partial to fruit than chocolate. I on the other hand am “coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs” crazy for chocolate. And pecans. And mint. All together! But this isn’t about me!

Sunday night. No company, just the two of us. After E. cooked an amazing dinner of scallops and roasted tomatoes with basil, I felt the pressure to come back with a suitable dessert. Panicked, I went to the trusty ice cream sandwich.

Using ginger cookies and some blackberry currant ice cream we had in the refrigerator, I created the thirty second dessert sandwich.

E swallowed this down in two bites. It took me three. I have a smaller mouth.

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