Ice cream: the only food that matters
I spent a good portion of this morning debating a friend about which brand of ice cream is best. This should come as no surprise to anyone who knows me. I am an ice cream junkie and I can you it all started with my first official job at a local Baskin Robbins. I learned how to scoop ice cream like it was craft, making S shaped formations in the big brown tubs. Later in life I worked at a dessert store named Simply Desserts. Naturally we had ice cream on hand and I needless to say had my fair share of scoops. Coincidentally, the owners of Simply Desserts gave me a Cuisinart ice cream machine when I graduated from college. What a wonderful gif that was for yours truly.
Over the past two holidays I have been able to uncover a great rift in the in-laws code. See both sets of my in-laws like to spoil me. Before both of our respective visits to Florida and Chicago they inquired about any certain foods we would like on hand. I gleefully replied bananas, yogurt, juice, and ice cream. Not sure how this has happended, but my ice cream reputation must now precede me. Each visit there were at least three quart sized containers of ice cream in the freezer. When I was in Chicago I finished off one in a couple days to only have it replaced by a new one. Now this is my kind of game. "Egan, you eat the ice cream and we will replace it with a new one. Go!"
That may have been the greatest Christmas gift I received. Forget about the snowshoes, Timex watch, digital camera battery, dress pants, Home Depot gift card, MINI Cooper remote control car, Korean coasters, Logitech Quickcam, New Zealand possum socks, and kite (yes, I got a kite). Ice cream! It was like never ending ice cream. I downed a quart of Peppermint, then Caramel Turtle, and then had some vanilla. It was great. I heard voices about an ever expanding waistline, but I figure I swim so it's okay to eat ice cream when it's available. If I am not careful though, I could become a Chubby Hubby.
P.S. Be on the lookout for a new Starbucks drink coming in the beginning of the year. It's called Chantico and it's a drinking chocolate. It's a great dessert type drink and is comparable to drinking a heavenly chocolate torte. Milk anyone?
Over the past two holidays I have been able to uncover a great rift in the in-laws code. See both sets of my in-laws like to spoil me. Before both of our respective visits to Florida and Chicago they inquired about any certain foods we would like on hand. I gleefully replied bananas, yogurt, juice, and ice cream. Not sure how this has happended, but my ice cream reputation must now precede me. Each visit there were at least three quart sized containers of ice cream in the freezer. When I was in Chicago I finished off one in a couple days to only have it replaced by a new one. Now this is my kind of game. "Egan, you eat the ice cream and we will replace it with a new one. Go!"
That may have been the greatest Christmas gift I received. Forget about the snowshoes, Timex watch, digital camera battery, dress pants, Home Depot gift card, MINI Cooper remote control car, Korean coasters, Logitech Quickcam, New Zealand possum socks, and kite (yes, I got a kite). Ice cream! It was like never ending ice cream. I downed a quart of Peppermint, then Caramel Turtle, and then had some vanilla. It was great. I heard voices about an ever expanding waistline, but I figure I swim so it's okay to eat ice cream when it's available. If I am not careful though, I could become a Chubby Hubby.
P.S. Be on the lookout for a new Starbucks drink coming in the beginning of the year. It's called Chantico and it's a drinking chocolate. It's a great dessert type drink and is comparable to drinking a heavenly chocolate torte. Milk anyone?
posted by egan at
2:09 PM
