It was about a half an hour away, but no drive is too long for homemade ice cream! We took some back roads, passing country homes and cotton fields galore, and we began to wonder if we were going to the right place. We started giggling, wondering if the creamery was actually going to be a rinky dink stand in someone's backyard. However, we eventually saw a beautiful white picket fence with a field full of cows on the horizon and we knew that had to be it.
The creamery was absolutely adorable and exceeded our expectations. We were blown away by all the effort that had evidently been put into it by the owners. Rocking chairs, mums, and pumpkins spread out over a huge Southern porch? Yes please!
I am still in awe of the fact that the ice cream is made from the cow's milk on the farm. I know all ice cream is made from milk, but it was just so neat to see everything happening in one place. What can I say, I am very easily amazed.
After trying several samples and deliberating over all the options, Thomas chose cookie dough and I chose cookie dough and salted caramel. Y'all, that ice cream was divine. Creamy, rich, and delicious. Not to mention the fact that it was in a waffle cone bowl. That was also homemade.
Poor Oliver snacked on Cheerios and eyed up our bowls of ice cream the entire time....and we only felt a little bit guilty! ;) One day, my little man.
However, he was extremely entertained by the cows! He pointed, shrieked, and made all kinds of noises we haven't heard before. This boy is becoming quite the animal lover!
It was so special having a little afternoon date with my two favorite guys. I'm appreciating all the little things about that day because they are, in fact, the big things. I could have stayed there all day rocking my boy on the porch, holding hands with my hubby, watching the cows, and eating homemade ice cream. It just doesn't get any better than that. I think we've found ourselves a new favorite ice cream place!