By Kristy Puchko | Miscellaneous | December 18, 2015 |
By Kristy Puchko | Miscellaneous | December 18, 2015 |
There’s a big weird world of Star Wars merchandise out there leading up to the release of The Force Awakens. But none has so intrigued this reporter as Ample Hills Creamery’s limited edition ice creams, The Light Side and The Dark Side.
Which one is best? Let’s dig in.
The Light Side
Along with packaging showing a blaster-wielding Chewbecca besides a meek BB-8, this pint boasts, “a bright marshmallow ice cream with homemade crispie clusters, as well as a smattering of handmade cocoa crispies (to represent the dark side still lurking within the light).”
How’s it taste? Like marshmallows and Crunch bars, but better. The ice cream isn’t too sweet or too dense, as is sometimes the case when marshmallows come into play. And the crispie clusters include a little bit of salt, which is a welcomed contrast that makes this Star Wars treat feel a little more sophisticated than you might expect.
The Dark Side
The Force Awakens’ Kylo Renn stands alone with his already iconic three-blade lightsaber. As for the ice cream, its description reads: “an ultra-dark chocolate ice cream with espresso fudge brownies, cocoa crispies, and white chocolate pearls (to represent the light still hiding in the dark, waiting to burst through).”
How’s it taste? I don’t know what makes a chocolate “ultra-dark,” but it’s delicious. Once again, not crazy sweet. It’s chocolatey, but the espresso brings a bit of bitterness and the cocoa crispies that element of salt that is my personal preference for chocolate. I honestly didn’t notice the taste of the white chocolate (of which I am generally not a fan), but yeah, if I dug for it, I could find it.
WHICH IS BETTER?
Both are great, tasty, layered and not so sweet you get bored after a bite. But as I’ve been writing this, I’ve been reaching out for the pints again and again, and I definitely favored one over the other. No contest. This one goes to the Dark Side.
You can purchase these ice creams here.
Kristy Puchko lives in perpetual fear that ice cream will become self-aware New York City.