There's this place in Georgia where fresh milk flows and cows frolic. It's a place where all your dreams can come true *as long as they're milk/cream related* and man oh man mine did.
Situated in the hills and farmlands of Northern Georgia is this magical local creamery.
They even have picnic benches. Cool, right? Date night certified.
Coolest picnic benches ever. But for some reason they thought these were picnic benches that only little kids would want to sit at. Because they are midget size. Seriously I couldn't fit a leg in there if I tried. Which I did because, I mean, who wouldn't want to sit here?
Anyway, back to my whole dreams coming true thing *you might want to sit down* they had fresh homemade ice cream. Oh yes people. FRESH and HOMEMADE. Holy poo, I almost died.
Oh and one more thing- they serve it out of that bad A silo. Yea, I get my ice cream from a silo.
Can you tell Rion is excited?
Well he should be because that was the best ice cream I've ever had. If anyone tells you that manufactured ice cream and homemade ice cream are the same.
Slap them. Slap them hard. They need some sense knocked into them.