Gruff but kindly, with dark-rimmed glasses prone to slip down his prominent ruddy nose and an unlit cigar habitually clenched in his teeth, he was everyone's Dutch uncle and let even strangers call him “Maggie” to his face.

See what sweet Reposance heaven can beget.

If he can stick to vegetables, too, he's all the better, but I can't preach that while I am wolfin' up ham and eggs.

Paint your own flavors to make an ice-creamy collage that never melts!