We have officially reached that point in summer where I refuse to turn the oven on and ice cream is a completely acceptable dinner. Add homemade magic shell to the situation and it's like all of a sudden you're back to the days where the biggest decision to be made was what flavor ice cream should I have? It was always like hitting the jackpot when not only did mom buy ice cream, but there was magic shell in the house! I don't even know if I actually liked the stuff back then, but I was completely mesmerized by it. Fast forward to today ...