When we reached our home, my parents were not in sight and the helper told us that they were doing some grocery shopping in Robinson's supermarket along the highway. When they came in a few minutes later, I saw an ice cream container in one of the bags my father was carrying.
I took a peak and what do you know? It was Apple Strudel ice cream.
The colors are whimsical just the way I felt when I was eating my bowl of ice cream.
I swear it was really good. There were apple bits (like the one we get from McDonalds' Apple Pie) and chocolate-covered pretzels.