Mom's Ice Cream Cake
Why I Love This Recipe
Ice Cream Cake
Have you ever had a food that can just make a good day turn into a great one? Well I think a food that can really make any day into a great one is my mom’s ice cream cake. The ice cream cake is something that my mom will usually make when it is a family members birthday or a special occasion. It seems like whenever we are able to eat the cake it puts almost everybody at the party into a better mood.
Some of the best times that I have had with my family are the times we have the ice cream cake. Almost all of the birthdays that we have celebrated with my family have included the ice cream cake. The ice cream cake is a tradition to have in my family for birthday parties. Everybody always agrees that the cake tastes great regardless of what time of ice cream that is used in the cake. The highlight of many birthday parties is the ice cream cake.
I remember about two years ago when I was having a birthday party in the summer and I had a bunch of friends over to hang out and swim in the pool. So for a couple hours we were spending our time in the pool. After a while we got bored and decided that we were going to take a hike in the woods before it started to get to dark to be able to see in the woods. As we started to dry off we realized that some of my friends parents were started to show up. So as quick as we could be started to walk into the woods behind my backyard; after about 2 minutes of walking we heard my mom yell “be back in an hour for the ice cream cake!” We yelled back “ok” and continued on through the woods.
After a couple minutes of talking we decided that we were going to go to the power lines. Finally after about twenty minutes of walking we had finally reached the power line trail. All agreeing on taking a rest, we found a big boulder and climbed up onto the top of it to rest for a couple of minutes. Just minutes later we all started to get up and get ready for the walk back. Once we were ready to go and about to wonder back into the woods, we realized that we did not know which trail we had come from. We all spread out and started looking for the path that we would be able to recognize but could not find it. After checking the time and seeing that we only had fifteen minutes before we had to get back, we began to panic. Guessing and hoping, we randomly picked a trail that we hoped would lead us home.
When we were about two hundred yards down the trail, we realized that had definitely taken the wrong trail. We checked our phones and saw that we would have to be back within the next five minutes. Now, completely panicking, we all started to run as fast as we could through the woods in direction that we thought we had come from. Starting to get tired, we took a break to see if we knew where we were at all. Looking in the distance, I was able to see a faint but slightly visible orange glow peeking through the trees. We all sighed in relief as we heard our parents talking around the campfire.
As we were walking towards my house, we all started laughing about how we had just gotten lost in the woods. We started to joke about whose fault it really was. Walking into the back yard, as if planned, we heard “ice cream cake!” and started to run towards the deck where that cake was. Once we were all seated and eating the cake, we started to tell everybody what had happened while we were in the woods. The ice cream cake was the best thing that we could have possible heard as we finally got out of the woods.
Submitted by: "Jayson R."
Ingredients You'll Need
· 1 full stick of butter
· 1 box of crushed oreos
· 1 full container of whipped cream
· 1 gallon of any ice cream of your choice
Place crushed oreos in 9x13 pan
Melt butter and drizzle over the Oreos
Then freeze for ten minutes
Soften the ice cream
Spread first flavor on top of crust
Then freeze for ten minutes
Spread next layer of ice cream
Freeze for ten minutes
Spread cool whip on top
Then several crushed Oreos
Put back in freezer.
Source: family recipe
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