RecipeMuncher

When I was a kid, one of my favorite things about visiting my grandparents’ house was the ice cream truck they had in their neighborhood. The Good Humor truck just didn’t make it out to my neck of the woods. To this day—in my thirties—people have seen me fly out the door at the sound of that magical, tinkling music. Just ask The Angry Chef about how I squeak over my shoulder, “Quickly! We need a handful of change!” (Check AllScream.com to find ice cream trucks in yo (...)