Fudgesicles hold a special place in my heart. Once a week, when I was in Catholic school (for 8 years) we would be able to purchase an ice cream treat. Now, I brought my lunch, a peanut butter sandwich, with the crust cut off, every single day, but my Mom or Dad would give me money for the ice cream. I remember the choices being fudgesicles, ice cream sandwiches and popsicles. The kind with 2 sticks that you could break in half and share. I miss those popsicles. Dairy month posts continue … [Continue reading]
