Neopolitan Dreams

At the moment I'm having another one of my flashbacks to childhood and rediscovering the delicious joy that is neopolitan icecream. My Dad used to buy the old No Frills 5 litre tub. It was HUGE. And back then, none of us kids cared in the slightest that it was No Frills. Because it tasted goooood. I used to request a big scoop of strawberry, a big scoop of chocolate and a teeny scoop of vanilla. Funny how times change, as these days vanilla is probably more my preferred flavour out of the three. Hot summer nights, sitting in front of the tele, feasting on a bowl of neopolitan. Happy, lasting memories.

We are big icecream fans in this house. Though it's primarily Scott and I who do the scoffing and it's always once the boys are tucked up in bed. I am still quite staunch on my rule of limited sweets for Angus, and Felix is yet to try icecream. My thoughts are that if they enjoy yoghurt instead and think of it as a treat, then they're not missing out. Angus does have a scoop of icecream on occasions though and when he does, he loves it.

This icecream has had such an influence on me that every time I see anything decked out in brown, pink and white, I instantly think dessert. Those sweet, creamy colours I have adored so very much, for so many years. I know it won't be long before we're battling two little big men for our share of the Neopolitan dream. Maybe I'll keep up the yoghurt charade just a little bit longer.