I grew up in the Northern suburbs of Chicago. Summer in the 1970's meant weekdays at camp with long sticky bus rides, coming home to blood red plums, watching 'I dream of Jeannie' and if we were lucky a stop at the Good Humor truck parked on Dundee Road. Sometimes our mom didn't feel like stopping. We yelled from the car, "We wanted to stop". Good Humor bars are a joy of childhood. Biting into the chocolate shell to reveal the fudgy inside. Savoring every last bite of the chocolate eclair bar, never wanting it to end. We reimagined four of our favorite Good Humor flavors into Big.Fat.Cookies. No dripping ice cream but these are damn good cookies! Enjoy! Oreo chocolate chip+ crushed oreo top