One summer in Italy I gained five pounds just from eating gelato. I couldn’t stop – it was the most amazing thing I’d ever tasted. I thought nothing could rival this decadent cold concoction, until I encountered a cup of Milwaukee’s famous frozen custard.
From the minute I took one bite of the creamy custard at Kopp’s Frozen Custard I was hooked.
I finished my tiny dish in record time, swiped a spoonful of my husband’s pecan custard and vowed to sample every flavor possible (and to tack on an extra 15-minutes to my 3-day a week cardio workout just for good measure).
I went from one custard shop to another. Not all in the same day, mind you. But over the next few weeks I made my way to Culver’s, Gilles, Oscar’s and a half-dozen more, trying as many custard varieties as possible.
I savored every sinful bite.
Overhearing me rave about my favorite new food find, some Wisconsin natives told me they thought every place had custard.
Mais non! I informed them. This divine concoction is not that common in other states. Apparently it was quite the rage before World War II, but after that frozen custard kind of faded from the scene.
So unless you were born and bred here in Wisconsin, you too may be completely unaware of how difficult it is to choose between Caramel Cashew or Never Enough Chocolate.
Difficult as it may be to decide what you want, you’ve just got to try this stuff. So bring yourself, bring your kids, and bring on the frozen custard!