I grew up on an apple farm, and you could always count on pretzel ice cream. It was always fresh, always tasty, always cold, always made my mom happy. I would always put it in the freezer for the winter, and then every time I opened the door, I would be greeted with fresh ice cream. I’d make it for myself and my wife, and we would always have a great time. I could not be happier with this recipe.

My father always said that pretzels were a great way to enjoy the winter, and ice cream was a great way to enjoy the summer. I suppose we are all just trying to figure out how to get our lives back to that ideal.

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