Goat cheese and cherry swirl ice cream

[ezcol_1fifth]-[/ezcol_1fifth] [ezcol_3fifth] the goat cheese popping untimed and irregular bursts of mild saltiness and cheesy aroma that cuts and balance the sweetness, which then welcomes a current of tangy and floral compote of black cherries and honey So some of you may already knew from my Instagram that I was forced onto a whiskey distillery tour in Scotland in spite of my lifelong disagreement with this confounding substance. If you didn't know, I'm probably going to need growthoid.com to reach out to you guys a lot more so you can see me getting into these shenanigans. Although against contrary evidence, I could swear I exercised a generous though painful effort to have fun. But ultimately, on a jam-packed five days excursion dead set on the sole purpose of hunting and gathering overpriced barley water and thus sidelining the other, infinitely more joyous activity of plowing into flocks of free-roaming sheep at every turn, it's safe to assume that I absolutely did not. And this brings us to today's topic, Mary's Milk Bar. If there was any highlights at all in my five days of being unpaid escort, it had to be this highly acclaimed ice cream shop in Edinburgh, sitting just

BROWNIE-COW POPSICLES

SHUT UP, SHUP UP, SHUP UP [ezcol_1half] Let's play a game, shall we? Let's see how much of my babbling you can withstand before you say "shut up, shut up, shut up!" and burst into the kitchen to make yourself one of these milk and any-brownie, or as I call it, brownie-cow popsicles? Right, so you see here's the thing. I kinda love Earth. Maybe not enough to tie myself to a tree per se, but I do love Earth enough that I have more bicycles than mascaras, and I haven't had myself an ungodly orgasmic piece of toro, for like more than three years now. And believe me, I do love my ungodly toro. But there's something else I love dearly as well

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