Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Ice Cream

So. Ice Cream. I dig it. (Or rather, I scoop it.) It is a large and important part of my life. Not only does it provide a break from the many stresses of my life, it is a mood-lifter. Like a sweet and creamy Prozac.

The many flavors and combinations available make it impossible to pick an all time favorite flavor... this may also have to do with the diverse range of my pallete, but my current flavor of choice is Dreyer's Strawberry Cheesecake Chunk. Whoever originally thought of combining cheesecake and ice cream should be given an award... like a giant golden ice cream cone.

My dad is an avid ice cream lover, so you might say I have ice cream running through my veins. I also worked at Cold Stone Creamery for awhile in High School, and let me tell you folks, you haven't tasted Cold Stone until you have had it straight from the ice cream machine, soft serve. It is probably the best ice cream I have ever tasted. Unfortunately, it is not redily available to the general public, and I may have to resort to mission impossible measures to get my hands on it. Or make friends with an owner of a Cold Stone. Or steal some somehow. That may sound extreme, but this stuff is worth breaking the law for.


  1. I will help you in your plan to steal the wonderful freshly made Cold Stone ice cream, or maybe you will marry the grandson of the guy that started the business. You would be Mrs Cold Stone Creamery. I bet you they have there own store in their house! Oh yeah! Party at Beth's!