The Provence kitchen was sweltering last week as the weather in Philadelphia deteriorated into the ultimate definition of Yuckyville. We could barely keep ourselves hydrated as sweat poured feverishly down our foreheads. Guilty was ripe and ready for cool salvation.Thankfully, it was ice cream social time at Provence and we had the ultimate answer for the oppressive heat, Herrell's ice cream.
We do not usually resort to the G word in our commentary out of respect for Rabbi M, but "Oh my God," their ice creams were so amazing. Every flavor we tried and we tried a lot, was creamy, rich and ridiculously guiltimundo.
Hand-packed gourmet ice cream is always a treat and definitely a welcome guest in Guiltytown. The pint of Mud Pie was gone in seconds. I think Thin Mint stashed some large scoops in her desk for later. I do not have any proof, but she looked pretty guilty to me. Whereas Perfect couldn't stop smiling as she savored her frosty bounty of eight fantastic flavors. On the other hand, IBfoodie's glasses were fogged from a brainfreeze as he woofed down a second helping of the Black Raspberry ice cream. This luscious flavor was too yummy for words and the best Black Raspberry ever. At one point our Culinary Professor just glowed like a China Cat filled with cooling contentment.
And me you ask? My favorite flavor was Burnt Sugar and Butter. OMG Rabbi, it was so remarkable that Guilty's almost ready to share. I said almost.
