We have family dinners almost every Sunday at our home. It's organized so that we each provide a part of the dinner. One time Amy was assigned to bring the ice cream and she brought a bucket of Western Family cookies and cream ice cream. We ate it once but it just wasn't that good. No it was really not good! ( If you like cookies and cream ice cream, get a different brand) Anyway, It had been sitting in the freezer for a few months. I brought it up today because Amy said to throw it out. I put it in the sink to let it thaw so that I could put it all down the garbage disposal. After it had softened a little, I reached in with my hands to break it up and pull it out of he bucket. It was cold and about the consistency of peanut butter. That's when I turned into a little girl again. I began squishing it through my fingers and patting it between my palms. I was 6 years old again and making mud pies. It wasn't a waste after all. Besides having very cold hands, I had a deja vous of being in the back of the little house on division street. Ah, memories.