Back when I was a kid, waaaaay back in the late '70s and early '80s, I
was a Magic Shell junkie. I had whole rituals devoted to the stuff --
and always made sure to put enough on so that there'd be hard chunks to
pry up once the ice cream was gone. By the end of the summer, I'd eat
it off of frozen spoons, scraping thin layers of the hard stuff off
with my front teeth. I'm drooling a bit just thinking about it.
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