In the land of frozen custard

Well, this is the end of day two in the land of frozen custard. I had neither the time nor the energy to blog last night, so here is a condensed account of the past two days. 

We arrived in Greenfield, a town in the outskirts of Milwaukee, and headed straight to Kopp’s for a frozen custard.

What is frozen custard, you might ask? It just so happens to be the richest, thickest, most decadent kind of ice cream known to humanity. 

The photo above depicts a Kopp’s single scoop, and one of the featured flavors yesterday was macadamia nut.  

Just the sound of that takes me back to the shores of Oahu. 

Macadamia nut. 

This custard was jam packed with nuts and well worth the $2.50 price tag. 

In a word…yum!

We then headed across the street to my favorite record store on earth, the Exclusive Company. 

Oh my music-loving heart. 

  

Mr LaVeaux and I spent a short amount of time grabbing up additions to our vast music collection. I found a rare album by Marc Almond that I have been craving to find. Got a Plasmatics disk and the new album by Björk, too. My hubby found some amazing prog rock disks and we left with a bag full ‘o music. 

Needless to say, I was in a state of aural bliss. 

We headed to the family home and went out to dinner then crashed. 

This morning we took Mama LaVeaux to the Green Bay Area to visit the grave of her late husband. It was a day of bonding and laughter, tears and joy. The day came and went as yesterday did, and I find myself exhausted and barely able to keep my eyes open. 

Tomorrow is another day with new adventures. Here’s to a good night’s sleep tonight. 

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