My husband and I were recently sharing favorite food memories, and he told a story of how when he was little, and had dinner at his grandmother's house, he'd get to go into her refrigerator, pull out the chocolate syrup, and pour it all over his vanilla ice cream all by himself. He was so proud of himself and the ice cream tasted so good.

He said a lot of times it got super messy, but his grandma didn't mind. Aren't grandmas great?