I scream, you scream...

Two weekends ago, Mike and I went to the Skagit Valley Tulip Festival in Mt. Vernon, WA. Some friends told us we needed to visit Snow Goose Produce. We Googled it and ended up at this little roadside fruit stand.

The reason people drive from miles to go to Snow Goose Produce is not the fresh vegetables or the organically produced fruits it offers. It also has ice cream...lots and lots of creamy goodness and a loooooong line. It was about 4 dollars for a single scoop and 6 for a double scoop. Here's a picture of a double scoop:

Dad's response when we sent him the picture: Where did you find such a small hand? Haha.

I'd never seen such a big ice cream cone. Mike's eyes were as big as his stomach as he walked to the counter and asked for a double. The tweenager behind the counter looked my husband's slender frame up and down and said, "Have you seen our scoops?"

Oh, he'd seen the scoops, alright, and two scoops it was. The entire ice cream cone was literally bigger than his head.

As we walked along the road back to the car, motorists were doing double takes. One guy in a pick-up looked like he wanted to give Mike an Air Five but stopped himself at the last minute. We sat in the car and I made it through about half of mine before eventually digging a hole in the dirt and burying it in the ground.

Mike ate the whole thing.

The. Whole. Thing.

And I'm pretty sure he could've eaten more.