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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 (M's fav) and the fun of the swirl soft serve with chocolate sprinkles (J'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.  (Phoenix and Orlando are the spots that they have currently scouted out.)

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But most often, they enjoy the nostalgic creaminess when they return to New York.  They have been quite successful at making converts of the younger generation.

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August 2012

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who now enjoys choco crunchies.  J sometimes gets crazy and orders

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