Commercial Ice Cream Cones
The earliest cones were rolled by hand, from hot and thin wafers, but in 1912, Frederick Bruckman, an inventor from Portland, Oregon, patented a machine for rolling ice cream cones. He sold his company to Nabisco in 1928, which is still producing ice cream cones as of 2012. Independent ice-cream providers such as Ben & Jerry's make their own cones.
The Joy Ice Cream Cone Company, located in Hermitage, PA, was founded in 1918 and began to mass produce baked ice cream cones to sell to restaurants, as well as the everyday consumer. The company handles 1.5 billion ice cream cones a year. It is said that the company is the largest ice cream cone maker in the world as of 2009.
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