Speaking of nutbars!

In my hometown in Indiana there’s this place called The Frozen Custard. I think it’s historically significant and junk. And it serves frozen custard. And they have this signature thing called a nutbar and it’s vanilla frozen custard covered with nuts (secured with a very thin, virtually non-tasteable layer of chocolate) on a stick. And everyone in my family loves them. If you’re a guest at my home and you arrive not bearing nutbars, you get taken out to the wild boar pasture, tied to a tree and covered in boar hormone mating juice. Yeah, it’s a little backwater.