Ice Cream Sandwiches

I remember when Scarlett was just a baby, maybe 8 months or so, and she had her first taste of ice cream. My mother gave it to her when I wasn’t looking. I was so upset.

It makes me laugh now because I’m such an enabler when it comes to ice cream. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because before Scarlett came along I never ate the stuff or maybe it’s because ice cream is so inexplicably tied to being a kid. Whatever the reason I’m always game to grab a cone. I’m sure, one day, when Scarlett is sitting in her group therapy session for addiction she’ll have that “aha moment.” She’ll realize all her issues with the summer dessert stem from her preschool years when her mother allowed her too much of the good thing. I mean, it’s always the mother’s fault any way, so why not go down in a frozen flurry of the stuff.

I decided that it would be fun to try making our own ice cream sandwiches. I found an awesome recipe on this gorgeous blog called Not So Humble Pie. Her versions were so unbelieveably beautiful–all wrapped in parchment and perfectly sliced. Mine, not so much. However, I didn’t care. I planned on eating them in whatever condition I could get them into my mouth. And, as far as I could tell, Scarlett’s only concern was the color of her sprinkles.

I used store bought ice cream, although you could make your own.

The ice cream can be tricky to work with, but don’t fuss. You can roll the sandwiches in nuts, mini chocolate chips or sprinkles if you’re worried the edges look messy.

We had as much fun making these as we did eating them. Scarlett used some god awful cotton candy ice cream in her sandwiches. While I went with the tradition vanilla. The cookies were so delicious I could have eaten them on their own. However, that would have been dumb.What kind of person omits the ice cream?