Blue Bell Ice Cream and Marriage

Unless you’ve known me for many years, you probably don’t know this, but about five or six years ago, I wrote a marriage book called Married to Jesus. Once a week, I’ll be sharing a snippet from the book. Today, you’ll discover my sickness: an addiction to Blue Bell ice cream…

(From Chapter 3 - Greater Love)

There’s nothing like Blue Bell ice cream. If you’re from the south, or if you’ve somehow managed to experience the delicious, one-of-a-kind taste of Blue Bell vanilla ice cream, you know what I’m talking about. Growing up in Texas, I knew nothing else. Blue Bell was a staple in the White house. Especially when all three of us boys were in our teens, we went through gallons of the stuff on a weekly basis.

Almost every night, all three of us and my dad would have a big milkshake made with Blue Bell. Now, when I say big, I don’t just mean in a big cup. We made our shakes in mixing bowls and ate them with a spoon! Andy, Jeremy and Dad liked theirs a little chunky. I liked mine mixed up to where it was almost like soup.

Now, the reason I mention Blue Bell, in particular, is because now I live in Ohio. Apparently, Ohioans don’t deserve the “Best Ice Cream in the Country,” because it hasn’t made its way up here yet...

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