When I was very young my Nanny and Papa would drive from American Fork to Pleasant Grove to the Purple Turtle to take us for an ice cream cone. Sometimes we would have Sherbet and sometimes ice cream. I remember the cones being so big.
We went for a 'cone' last night and I ordered a large one. Holy cow, I was almost embarrassed when the gal brought my cone to me because I am accustomed to the wimpy cones that every other establishment serves. I had no problem eating it and now I will forever be loyal to the Purple Turtle for a 'cone'. Love you Mr. Turtle.
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Ahh.....Purple Turtle. Or as my Grandma used to insist it was called: The Green Frog. She never could figure that one out......I particularly remember their raspberry sherbet cones. Good times......
I think they have figured out how to put a whole quart of icecream on that cone. Oh, baby! looks delicious:)
Now that's a cone...
I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE The Purple Turtle! My friend's dad is the owner. Good thing it's a bit of a drive for me. Otherwise, I'd be going there a LOT! YUM!
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