Phil has a couple of northeastern states to cross of his list, so we decided to take an overnight road trip to Vermont. We asked ourselves, "What's in Vermont that we'd like to do?" Ben and Jerry's, of course.
I always knew there was some sort of connection between Ben and Jerry and Penn State, but I found out from this trip that they took a $5 correspondence course in ice cream making...and stars were born. Now, we know that they had to sell out to Unilever, but life's not worth living without New York Super Fudge Chunk.
The factory tour was short and sweet, just the way we like tours. The young man who led us around, Will B., was very enthusiastic and fun, and good times were had by all. Especially at the end, when they fed us free ice cream, and Will had scooped too much, we we could have as much as we wanted. (Phil and I limited ourselves to one, though, because we knew we'd have to buy our favorite flavors at their food bar.)
After the guided tour, we checked out the flavor graveyard where all the retired flavors go to die.
If anyone reading this blog knows about the silly Shel Silverstein-ish poems I write every now and again, then you'll know how much I appreciated these headstones.
There were about 40 such headstones...Phil was supposed to download the pic of the Maine Blueberry one too, in honor of our summer location, but he didn't, so what can I do? Now you'll just have to visit for yourself.
After Ben and Jerry's, we had some time to kill until we ate lunch at Prohibition Pig, a place our boss told us to check out, so we just started driving. We came across a barn-like structure with an intriguing sign on it, so we had to stop:
Man, oh day, was that coffee good. So good, we bought some for home. I'm going to trust the writing on any silo from now on.
Then it was time to gorge ourselves on pig products and beer brewed on site at Prohibition Pig. I think the burger I had there, with bacon on it, of course, was the best burger I've ever had. I may have to start putting pimiento cheese on everything.
And then it was back to Little River State Park for a relaxing swim and a nice, cool evening of car camping.
Next stop...we're not leaving, but Pat and Paula are coming to town tomorrow, so I'm sure that fun will ensue