I remember when I first had Dippin’ Dots, after waiting in line for what felt like forever at a baseball stadium, just to get a taste of the “Ice Cream of the Future!” (exclamation point my own). It tasted like magic and dreams and I was Judy Jetson, careening through the cosmos with nitrogen-blasted flavor pellets on my tongue. Now that Dippin’ Dots aren’t so much of a thing anymore, what’s a futuristic dessert lover to do? [More]
