I tried McDonald’s Grandma McFlurry so you don’t have to. Here’s my review.

 I tried McDonald’s Grandma McFlurry so you don’t have to. Here’s my review.

So, a grandma whipped up this McFlurry? McDonald’s unveiled its newest limited-time dessert creation, the "Grandma McFlurry," hitting stores this Tuesday. If the name leaves you scratching your head, you're not the only one. I just took a bite, and I'm still trying to decipher its ingredients. While McDonald’s usual McFlurry offerings like the Oreo McFlurry and M&M McFlurry are pretty straightforward, naming one after the family matriarch... well, that needs a bit of explanation.

The dessert is described in the press release as a delightful combination of "delicious syrup and chopped, crunchy candy pieces (reminiscent of grandma’s cherished treat she tucked away in her purse!)" blended with creamy vanilla soft serve ice cream. It strikes me that everyone's grandma had her own unique candy preferences—my Aunt Sis, for instance, always spoiled me with licorice. So, where's my licorice McFlurry? However, upon perusing the photos, it becomes evident that this dessert is paying homage to Werther's Original butterscotch hard candies. It's undeniably fitting to dub them "grandma candies."

Call me old-fashioned, but those little butterscotch candies always bring a smile to my face. So when I heard about this new dessert, I was intrigued, even though I couldn't quite grasp the connection. I mean, shouldn't we honor our grandparents every day, not just on National Grandparents Day in September? And I highly doubt my grandmother has ever even heard of a McFlurry, let alone tried one. What's truly amusing about McDonald’s launching a big McFlurry campaign is the notorious reputation of their ice cream machines—they're almost always "broken." The frequency of these malfunctions has spawned conspiracy theories and even attracted federal attention. As someone well-versed in fast food culture, my hunch is that McDonald’s employees simply dread the hassle of preparing these labor-intensive desserts. You might encounter similar excuses if you dare to order a milkshake during the graveyard shift at a diner. Trust me, it's a lesson learned the hard way—never order a milkshake at midnight.