For as much as I love it, I should probably talk about food on this blog at least once a week. I could easily do that every day . . . I would gladly repeat certain dishes. Carson's pork chops. Eduardo's deep dish pizza. Ben. Jerry.
And that's the topic I'll start off describing: ice cream. And not just any ice cream . . . no, wait. Any ice cream. I'm not super picky about what ice cream I'm eating. Chocolate. Cookies 'n' Cream. Vanilla. Neopolitan. Cookie Dough. All that with Hershey's syrup. Baskin Robbins. Dairy Queen. Ben. Hag. Jerry. Das. So many flavors and brands to choose from.
But the important thing is this: it's gotta be all the time. I. Need. Ice. Cream. Each. And. Every. Day. Not exactly the advice of a physician, per se, but what do they know? There's just something about wrapping up a day with a big heaping bowl of silky, chocolatey, chilly, creamy, slow-churned, gently frozen goodness. Makes whatever happened that day bearable. Doesn't hurt to be eating it next to my beautiful, ice-cream loving wife, either. We're co-dependent ice cream addict enablers with no regrets.
And it can't ever be too sweet. I don't believe in that. Saying an ice cream is too sweet is like saying a saint is too holy. Just ain't possible. Here's to you, ice cream. I heart you, even if you're killing me softly. I scream for you. You complete me and then some.