The Great Pumpkin

I discovered a delicious seasonal treat this weekend at Bennett’s Ice Cream, the Fairfax Farmer’s Market institution: pumpkin ice cream. I’m normally a chocolate freak, and I only ordered the ice cream because my better half is fond of the orange autumn gourd. But one lick (and several successive bites) later and I was convinced that Bennett’s had somehow concocted an addictive substance that should be added to the D.A.R.E. program list of illegal substances. Extremely creamy like a premium grade ice cream should be, the ice cream’s cinammon, allspice, ginger and nutmeg flavouring perfectly combines to evoke the memory of mom’s homemade pumpkin pie. Right up there with my favourites from Mashti and gleeful childhood memories of Farrell’s Ice Cream Parlor (anyone remember “The Trough”?) now, this pumpkin ice cream is premium grade goodness on a cone.

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  1. I don’t recall “The Trough”, but I do recall the straw hats, huge ass bass drum that was pulled out for birthday parties and the mind-boggling old time candy store attached to the place.

    I’m a freak for pumpkin flavored stuff.

    The Starbucks locations here (Austin, TX.) have a pumpkin scone good enough to allow me to forget any moral objections I have to giving them my money. I think they get them from Whole Foods, but I can’t ever seem to find them at the Whole Foods locations. The best part is that they’re available pretty much year round.

    The seasonal pumpkin donuts at Krispy Kreme are pretty good, but not as good as the scones at Starbucks/Whole Foods.

    Stay the hell away from the pumpkin drink at Jamba Juice. I felt ill after the first few sips. Too rich, I guess.

    Lastly, I forget which company is responsible, but it took me almost a whole year to unload the Pumpkin Ale that I bought a few years back. Bleah.

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