It was like any other trip down I-29 heading for Kansas City. As we crossed over the border from Iowa to Missouri, everyone in the car expected me to take the Truck Stop Fudge exit. I can’t help it, that fudge has a stronger gravitational pull than our earth’s core. This fudge has something special about it. Maybe because it’s unexpected to see a confectionary masterpiece at a truck stop in the middle of nowhere or maybe it’s because they let you sample a couple of flavors first. I do know this: every time I purchase my favorite fudge and the kindly Midwestern sales lady says, “Thanks, hon,” I have this incredible urge to respond by saying, “Ten four good buddy. I’m haulin’ beef from Siouxland and I’m bound for KC. Thanks a bunch, pretty lady. I’ll be back as I’m bob-taillin’ back north.” While I have yet to utter those words, it would be fun to see what sort of reaction it would bring. C’mon, I dare you. Stop in, buy some of that amazing fudge and talk a little “truck stop”. And, just in case you never get the chance to take the “Truck Stop Fudge Exit”, our craftsmen at 2nd Street Creamery have whipped up an amazing batch of Truck Stop Fudge ice cream. Just for you, good buddy.