I had a delicious dip cone from DQ this weekend as a treat from my husband, whom I call Bunny. While DQ is not my preferred purveyor of soft serve, I eat one of these every 18 months or so. Now I cannot stop thinking about soft serve. I want a soft serve machine in my office. However, I do not want to weigh 200 pounds. Alas.
My most fond memories of soft serve come from growing up in New England. During the stuffy summers, all these roadside dairy shacks lifted up the boards locked to the front during the winter and sold soft serve in what I recall to be 100's of varieties, but was probably more like 10. I had a key lime when I was nine and I have never been able to find the flavor since. It has been over 20 years.
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