#chipwich

[fullcravings]

The Homemade Chipwich: Chocolate Chip Cookie Ice Cream Sandwich

[catbreadd]

My oc! Crunch :3

[chocolatechipkraken]

Ice Cream Sandwich

[masoncarr2244]

Chipwich Ice Cream Sandwiches

[8bitcentral]

What kind of brutal savage puts 3 #Chipwich in a box? What? We each have one and fight to the death over the third? WTF @chipwich #icecream #dessert https://www.instagram.com/p/CqEnPTgOZw-/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[edwintse-diary]

November 11 2024 Mukuro with his Chip-wich!

[garfielddelirium]

Big Chipper: A InterSTELLAR constellation of chocolate chips

The big chipper, Friendly’s interpretation of a chipwich, is one of the most (if not the most) delightful desserts I have had.  I expected great things going into it with the pun in the name, and I wasn’t disappointed.  I wasn’t even a huge fan of chipwiches before trying it (an absolute crime, I know), but this opened my eyes. Since then, I’ve gotten other types of chipwiches, including the original, but none stand up to the pinnacle of the big chipper.

The taste of a chipwich is hard to screw up; cookies and ice cream are an absolute slam dunk in most cases. But still, you need to have a flavor cookie and an equally as good ice cream in the center to really elevate it to the next level. It helps that the ice cream never comes out either, they stick together well. Even when the cookie is a little bit slanted in the packaging (which happens), The chipwich delivers in spades with it’s flavor. All the stars really did align for the Big Chipper.

The texture is almost perfect. The cookie is soft, but still rich, striking a perfect balance. The ice cream is hard, which helps create a more long lasting meal so you can really savor the chipwich. Recently, the recipe was changed from an outer ring of chocolate chips on the side (which was a little more aestethically pleasing) to being loaded with chocolate chips on the inside. I think this was an excellent move, and only served to improve the texture and add more chocolate to the taste rather than only having an initial hit of chocolate on the first bite.

I can’t recommend this enough to people who enjoy chipwiches or even people who just like a good ice cream. Writing this made me crave more, I’m heading to the store today to load up.

[inthekitchenwithmatt]

How to make a Chipwich Ice Cream Sandwich

[thunder-jolt]

This is Chipwich Cookie, one of my many OCs for Cookie Run.

And I bring him up because I'm having a struggle. A struggle... Of shipping him with two other characters. So, I just need some help through voting polls to get this struggle out of the way.

Also, a bonus comic featuring Chipwich Cookie:

If anything goes wrong, like very wrong, he'll do anything if it means that no one can hurt his friends.

[heraldofpersonacookierunpoll]

Propaganda for Arsenic Cookie: She was an orphan trying to find scraps of food to satiate her hunger before being raised by a wealthy family and later became a jazz singer and performer in one of Cocktail Lime City's old-fashioned clubs, the "mafia's singer" so to speak, also hopping from one gang to another, and an eavesdropper, too. She met Mercury Cookie (and Neon Cookie) when she performed a cover of Babooshka in one of the clubs and the two caught her eye after the performance, which led to them being friends, afterward.

Propaganda for Chipwich Cookie: An Expert Camper who has experienced the trials and tribulations of being one, having had his first camping experience at "Wishful Campsite" when he was about 10. He likes to talk about campfire legends and supposed sightings of cryptids that live in the forests or near the campsite. Whenever he hears something that sounds like bullshit to him, like someone arguing about the very real existence of certain cryptids and how they're actually not real, he's all like: "That ain't it, chief, there's more where that came from." Not only because cryptids are his favorite topic but also because he might have met a witch in the forests near the campsite and is also possessed by something beyond anyone's comprehension. But even with the partnership with a witch and being possessed and shit, all he ever wanted was to have a nice camping experience with S'More Cookie and Cannoli Cookie, and not have to deal with that damn squirrel who owns the camp.

[chipadip]

something they don't tell you about living in a desert is that you will be subjected to the siren's call of an ice cream truck every hour on the hour till you succumb

[daedrabela]

"if you try searching for more, all you'll find is regret" - profound random statement by my darling christian

[heinousactszx]

It's so great to get a treat from an ice cream truck on a hot day

[humansofnewyork]

“Just the other day a video popped up on Facebook. It was only five years ago. We were in the park. I was pushing her on the bike, letting go. We used to have so much fun together. We’d always get ice cream. She’s a strawberry girl. I’m a vanilla guy. Chipwich, actually. I’m a Chipwich guy. She’d give me a hug afterward, tell me I was the best dad ever. We were such good friends. But now it feels like we’re so far apart. She doesn’t want to talk to me anymore. Even when she’s upset, she’ll ignore me and go to her room. It’s like: C’mon. I was fifteen too. I know what it’s like. But she’ll come back, I know that. They always come back. But it does feels like you’re getting your heart ripped out a little bit. But look, I get it. She’s figuring out life. You have to back off. You have to give them space. Cause if you charge after them and get all aggressive about it, you might push them away forever. But they always come back, right? One day she’s gonna realize that I’m not the enemy and I’m really her dad, her friend. I still get a flicker of it, every once in awhile. We had a really surreal moment last year. Her birthday is March 17th. She’s a St. Paddy’s Day birthday. We always take her to a Spanish restaurant on Long Island, but this time we did something special. Her uncle used to be a bodyguard for Taylor Swift, and we still know some people at the company. So they got us tickets to her concert. Fifth row seats. I mean, don’t get me wrong. We paid for them, but fifth row center. She was crying. I got a big hug. A big kiss. A ‘Thank you, Dad.’ It wasn’t ‘You’re the best dad ever.’ But it was a really big: ‘Thank you, Dad.’”