Something that has been missing in my life has found me again. My all-time favorite flavor of ice cream has finally – albeit temporarily – reached the Low Countries, another odd example unfortunately of how my adopted country is behind the curve sometimes. The last time I had it was during my last trip to the States over two years ago when I bought a whole half gallon for myself, even having it for dinner at one time (along with a side of corn dogs if memory serves). The quality from the local purveyor this time around was far from artisanal, it actually bordered on poor, but it was a galant attempt and enough to satisfy a craving. Nothing beats the good old version from Magnolia though.