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Biscoff Icecream

I am not up to speed on ice-cream trends and buy some on my grocery runs maybe once in a few months. The creative Ben & Jerry's flavors are always fun to read and imagine what they might taste like. In the early part of high school J went through a Ben & Jerry's phase and the Americone Dream was her favorite at the time. 

Last week, I happened to stop by mainly to see what the crisis had inspired in terms of new flavors and realized I would not know if any of what I saw was new,  And was when I spotted a Biscoff ice-cream. It was an intriguing idea - Biscoff cookies, the flight food was now it was also an ice-cream. I knew I had to try it and my motivation was plain curiosity, there was no expectation whatsoever. I was pleasantly surprised that I liked it - would be even hard to explain what about it is likable. 

As far as the qualities of good ice-cream go, this Biscoff production probably has none. The taste of Biscoff cookie is pretty strong - presumably that was the whole point. It was in-flight service turned into an ice-cream. Maybe being quarantined makes us long for the time when we sat cramped in the middle seat with two uninspiring choices for snack - Biscoff cookies or pretzels. That is a far distant dream now so that cookie in a ice-cream may well have the properties of comfort food. 

Overall, it was an interesting experience but next time I want ice-cream, I may be looking at more traditional options. The product does have it's fans though and it is unrelated to the pandemic.

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