Homemade Classic Cherry Bomb Popsicle for Kids

If you aren’t eating these cherry bomb popsicles bent over the kitchen sink with red juice running down your wrist, you’re doing it wrong. I mean it. My Uncle Ray—who lived in that silver Airstream out back and always smelled like motor oil and cherry pipe tobacco—he taught me that these things aren’t meant for plates. Not ever. You bite through that tart, crackly shell and let the cream hit your tongue while the freezer burns your fingertips. That’s the point. The kitchen sounds like a warzone when I make these: the blender screaming, the heavy pot hitting the stove, … Find out more