While Mom usually bought mint chocolate chip, my brother and I always begged for cookie dough ice cream. She tried to serve us some vanilla with chocolate chips on top, or ice cream cookie sandwiches (if we kept the pleading to a minimum), but those just weren’t the same. Not even close.
On the rare occasion that she gave it, we snuck into the kitchen, scooped ourselves “Daddy-sized” bowls, and tiptoed up to our rooms with the spoons dangling out of our mouths. We slurped up all of the plain ice cream first and left the bits of cookie dough for the end. After popping a few in our mouths, we pressed the others into a round cookie-like shape and fantasized about baking it in the oven, all while nibbling off small bites and listening for Mom’s footsteps.
When the entire half-gallon disappeared in two days, she stopped buying us ice cream for a month.
As ad adult, I still can’t buy cookie dough ice cream at the store. I tried once. And treated the whole carton as my “bowl,” sticking my spoon straight in and pushing all of the cookie dough off to the side to save for later. Oops.
But… I thought last week that if I made my own, and used healthier Greek yogurt as the base, maybe I wouldn’t go quite so cookie-dough-crazy. (And tossed in extra cookie dough, just in case.)
I’m sure my 7-year-old self would’ve saved the best bites for last, but I ate this bowl like an adult, combining the froyo and cookie dough in the same spoonful. Then scooped out a second serving. For old times’ sake!