I’m not joking, either about its existence or its gustatory virtues. I’m trying to remember where the devil I had it; ah yes, these fine folks served it at Taste of Edmonton (a sort of outdoor food-fair with samples from local restaurants).
Theory: you don’t actually enjoy garlic ice cream. You just pretend to in order to send an expensive signal that you are not a vampire.
If I ever encounter it I shall be sure to have a taste!
I’m not joking, either about its existence or its gustatory virtues. I’m trying to remember where the devil I had it; ah yes, these fine folks served it at Taste of Edmonton (a sort of outdoor food-fair with samples from local restaurants).
Theory: you don’t actually enjoy garlic ice cream. You just pretend to in order to send an expensive signal that you are not a vampire.
If I ever encounter it I shall be sure to have a taste!