February 14, 2008
Memories of Childhood Awakened by a Peanut Buster Parfait
The Peanut Buster Parfait.
The perfect mixture of salty peanuts combined with sweet, hot fudge and cold vanilla ice cream. Such a simple and wonderful thing.
Ok, I know this is not the height of gastronomic sophistication, but I do love it so!
My sister and I (secretly) ran over to Dairy Queen this afternoon while my niece was at a friend's and my nephew was at school. We each ordered one and absolutely every bite was sublime. Pin It
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Is that a new photo at the top? I really like it.
I remember when I was a kid always wanting a "parfait" -- it wasn't chocolate and peanut butter at the time -- but my parents always refused because it was too expensive. I had to get a cone or a dilly, boo-hoo!
It's not that we couldn't have afforded the parfait, it was just the principle of the thing. We laugh about that now.
Love the new photo!
And PBP's are a weakness in our house. Just gave in last week and enjoyed every single scrumptious bite. They are now $3.40 each (FYI to Betty! lol) And we make our kids get a Dilly Bar or cone as we indulge in the high ticket item! haha!
Oh, and each time we've had French friends come visit, we buy them a PBP. It is always a hit! Scraping that last bit of chocolate stuck in the grooves is always a good sign.
Okay, so I am so adding a trip to Dairy Queen to my list of stuff to do while in the US....I don't care if it's going to be 20 below!
Betty,
Yes, it is a new photo. I change them often, depending on my mood!
We loved the Dilly Bars and their soft serve dip cones too. but the PBP is pure heaven!
CC
thanks! It was $3.69 here in California! You're getting a bargain!
Samantha
It's always PBP weather in my opinion! When do you leave for the States?
I leave Saturday!
That just brought back some great memories...thanks! I do still like the dipped cone at Foster Freeze (which is what we have here in LA) after a long bike ride. Yum yum...
sam,
Have a great trip!
Alisa
we had a place where I grew up for dip cones called the Do Drop In.
I haven't had one in years!
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