I have a confession, I've been on a diet since March, so I have not been able to eat or post any evil food delights for your reading pleasure. That being said, I did go on vacation this past month and fall off the wagon. After losing 39 pounds and counting, I decided that eating ice cream from a little rustic general store in Maine would be alright. Of course, that was the first day of daily ice cream for the week, but hey, at least I have something to write about and have since bravely stepped back on the wagon.
Here's a photo of myself and my girl having ice cream at The Granite Hall Store in Round Pond, Maine, which features Gifford's Ice Cream. Gifford's Ice Cream was born and raised in Maine, and now stretches as far south as New Jersey.
I've had their ice cream religiously on every trip up North, so I
honestly can't tell you how it stacks up against Ben and Jerry's -
mostly because when I eat it I'm about 100 yards from a harbor and I'm
always on vacation. This means it will always be the best ice cream on
This time around, because I hadn't eaten ice cream in 4 months, I
tediously examined the many many choices at the ice cream stand and
opted for Lobster Tracks.
The description hysterically says (smartly so) "This product contains
NO lobster. Vanilla ice cream, lobster-colored chocolate cups filled
with caramel all swirled with a unique éclair crunch." I figured this
is something worth doubling my daily calorie count for. Yes, it was
good. The bright red color was a little distracting, but I thought it
was definitely worth trying since they made the effort to match the food
coloring to the actual color of a lobster.
So if you were in my shoes, or on a desert island and walked up to the ice cream order window, what would you get, and... cup or cone?