It is a darn shame that this was the first time I used my ice cream maker this summer. That’s not to say this is my first time having eaten ice cream this summer because, hello, ice cream. I actually might be a little ashamed (or proud?) to tell you just how much ice cream I have consumed thus far this season.
But that is neither here nor there — what is important is this ice cream, ladies and gents. This homemade scotcheroo-flavored ice cream. This glorious, homemade scotcheroo-flavored ice cream. This magical, glorious, homemade scotcheroo-flavored ice cream. This — well, you get my point.
Pause: Do you know the goodness I am referring to that is a scotcheroo? I first tried the treats when I was a reporter in Iowa and we had potlucks every now and then so as to boost workplace morale (and/or have an excuse to eat cheese dip from a slow cooker and five different kinds of dessert for lunch. #memories). I’m pretty sure I wolfed down no less than threeve of the yummy little chocolate-covered, peanut buttery and butterscotchy crispy bars right after my first-ever bite. It was instant love. And I haven’t had a scotcheroo since.51