Other than drinking an ice-cold Pabst Blue Ribbon while sitting inside the chilly confines of my favorite convenience store’s beer cave, I couldn’t think of a better way to tame these dog days of summer than two scoops of butter pecan ice cream slowly dripping down a waffle cone.
It’s the only sticky situation I’d ever be glad to be in.
So it’s only right (and also my job) that I write something that’ll point in the direction of the nearest scoop.
(READ MORE: Plating for perfection at St.John’s Restaurant)
— Mango-tajin sorbet from Clumpies