I may not be much of a sugar eater, but when good ice cream calls, it calls. And if it calls while you’re in Bellingham, WA, you’re in luck.
Mallard’s Ice Cream, on Railroad Ave, features handmade hard ice cream made from fresh, simple ingredients. They’re famous for both typical and unusual flavors, like rose, basil, or black pepper/vanilla.
They must have known I was coming, because their special of the day was huckleberry. I have a weakness for huckleberries, kind of like some people have a weakness for heroin. This time of year, I often have to drag myself out of huckleberry-filled mountain meadows only because it’s starting to get dark.
This ice cream was superb. It was dense, not too sweet, and full of fat. They did not skimp on the huckleberries, as evidenced by the dark color and deep berry flavor.
I sat at a table watching a downpour with my friend Devon and her five year old son, my nephew, Kobi. Hesitant about new flavors, he bravely tasted the huckleberry, although he preferred his chocolate.
We’d been rained out of a trip up to Mount Baker, an early cold and wet day before summer’s official end. Inside, the ice cream shop was packed. People played board games and warmed up in probably the only ice cream shop I’ve ever seen with a fireplace.
We were sad to miss the opportunity to pick actual huckleberries up on the mountain, although I later learned the road was closed temporarily due to low elevation snowfall, so we might not have made it anyway. Huckleberry ice cream was a fine consolation prize.
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They must have known I was coming, because their special of the day was huckleberry. I have a weakness for huckleberries, kind of like some people have a weakness for heroin. This time of year, I often have to drag myself out of huckleberry-filled mountain meadows only because it’s starting to get dark.
This ice cream was superb. It was dense, not too sweet, and full of fat. They did not skimp on the huckleberries, as evidenced by the dark color and deep berry flavor.
I sat at a table watching a downpour with my friend Devon and her five year old son, my nephew, Kobi. Hesitant about new flavors, he bravely tasted the huckleberry, although he preferred his chocolate.
We’d been rained out of a trip up to Mount Baker, an early cold and wet day before summer’s official end. Inside, the ice cream shop was packed. People played board games and warmed up in probably the only ice cream shop I’ve ever seen with a fireplace.
We were sad to miss the opportunity to pick actual huckleberries up on the mountain, although I later learned the road was closed temporarily due to low elevation snowfall, so we might not have made it anyway. Huckleberry ice cream was a fine consolation prize.
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