There was a Carvel on the way to my Grandmother’s home when I was a kid. So many holidays and trips there were accompanied by a trip to the Carvel to pick up something for dessert. I remember the one time we picked up a “Tom the Turkey”. I am pretty sure we only got one because of my incessant nagging. Could you blame me though after listening to the charming sales pitch from Tom Carvel for over a month?