I miss their chocolate icebox pie.
One of my fondest kid memories from one summer was when, on a lark, my mom took me over to Dodson's and bought a whole chocolate pie, then took it over to my grandmother's house (she lived just a couple miles south of there), and we divvied up the whole thing into three big slices and scarfed it down. We knew how outrageous it was, but we laughed while I gulped down a big glass of cold milk. Wish I could remember how old I was at the time - maybe ten or eleven, not sure - but is a fun, fun memory.
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