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My Sissie might be the only one who "gets" this post, but so be it!

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Once upon a time there were two little girls who lived in New York until they were eight and six years old.  They ate all the Carvel that their little hearts desired.

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Until one day their father moved the family to Texas where there was nary a Carvel!  The two little girls were understandably distraught.  This meant not only were the two little girls missing the delectableness of the vanilla soft serve with rainbow sprinkles (Michelle's fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (Jenny's fav), but also . . . .

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And here's the most tragic part of our tale for these two little girls . . . .

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<a href="http://www.carvel.com/products/cakes" target="_blank"><strong>NO FUDGIE THE WHALE BIRTHDAY CAKES!!!!</strong></a>

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(And no Cookie Puss either!)

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HORROR of horrors!

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The father tried to appease his two little girls with *gag* Dairy Queen, but puleeeeezzzzz!  These two little girls had developed Carvel palates, and there was no substitute!

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Lucky for them, the two little girls' relatives still lived in New York.  Each summer, the two little girls returned to the Motherland to visit their beloved uncle et al.  Their father appeased them with numerous trips to their favorite ice cream shoppe to gorge themselves on their favorite soft serve combos.

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As they grew older, the two teenaged girls branched out and tried new Carvel delights.  Ok, so they only did this once.  It was that glorious summer of 1985 when Carvel offered a different soft serve flavor each day of the week.  Wednesday night offered soft serve Pistachio.  Can you imagine?!?!  Heaven.

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This New York tradition has continued for 30+ years.  Sometimes, these two grown women get lucky and score a bonus Carvel at an airport.

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But most often, the two grown women enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have even been known to make converts of the younger generation.

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The End.

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Update:  The Summer of 2012

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This past summer, both grow women received their fix.  Jennie's layover in Phoenix was too short to see her sister, but not too short for a swirl with chocolate sprinkles.  add text from today (info)

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Two weeks ago Monday, Michelle enjoyed a vanilla soft serve while visiting her uncle.  She felt a bit daring and switched from rainbow sprinkles to chocolate crunchies.

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And since you can never have just one, Michelle  journeyed to the official Carvel of Her Yourth the very next day and toasted to the wonders of Carvel with Auntie I.  (Auntie I prefers a plain chocolate cone.)

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The End for Reals.

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Which ice cream do you love so much that you would embarrass yourself and write a goofy fairy tale about it?  Please share in the comments section below.

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