Popsicles

Well this week here in Iceland has not exactly been icecream and popsicle weather, but still I splurged on íspinna after pizza tonight. Palmer likes to eat the crunchy chocolate shell, and then he gives it to me: "Buinn Mamma" he says very dramatically.  This leaves me with the arduous task of slurping up the thick rich vanilla icecream even the inexpensive popsicles contain here in Iceland. Íspinna is also just the right size, it gets down to a smooth hump clinging to the popsicle stick all around almost immediately, which means it does not make a sticky drippy mess everywhere. Kudos to kjörís!

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