I had to get this written down to complement my persistent fatboi daydreams:
I’m blown away by the brilliant design of this Japanese dessert I ate earlier this week.
Its form and function are flawless. The wafer exterior prevents your hands from getting cold, while the thin layers of crunchy chocolate on either side of the ice cream enhance both the flavor and texture. Above all, though, this treat encapsulates childhood summers. One bite and I was temporarily back to being a kid again, enjoying a warm night at The Cup in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. For me, the best part of ordering an ice cream cone was always getting to the cone itself. I suppose I was a somewhat neurotic child, but the rapidly melting ice cream always caused me anxiety. Reaching the cone—the ice cream perfectly level across its top ridges—legitimately felt like a reward every single time, regardless if there was soft serve dribbling down my forearm.
As soon as you open the wrapper of an Imuraya Frozen Wafer Sandwich, you are rewarded just as generously. No, I am not affiliated with Imuraya, and no, they’re not paying me to write copy. I’m just thrilled to have stumbled upon this reliable bliss…that only costs $2.
Skutch and Such 