One of the greatest joys of summer is an ice cream cone.
Ice cream somehow tastes better between Memorial Day and Labor Day. Maybe it’s the heat. Maybe it’s the nostalgia. Maybe it’s the simple tradition of piling into the car after dinner and answering the familiar question: “Can we go get ice cream?”
In Arkansas, ice cream isn’t just a dessert; it’s part of summer. It shows up after baseball games, lake days, family reunions, and long afternoons spent exploring small towns. It’s the reward at the end of a hike and the excuse for an evening drive with the windows down…