My mind has been all over the place this week. All over the place in a way that tells me to eat as many vitamin-rich meals as possible but slips in at the last second and says nothing but "pie" or "ice cream." Neither of which are things I tend to keep around the house (distance makes the heart grow fonder). Tonight ice cream was louder. And the chorus was Jaimeson's voice going "We're adults! We can do whatever we want!" which usually does lead to something like pancakes for dinner or an extra glass of wine. Cause I live on the edge like that.
I emailed a couple college buddies who live behind me and one came back thrilled at the idea of a cup of ice cream and a glass of wine. While I waited for them I got to thinking about ice cream more than any sane person who is not David Leibovitz should.
This is really my ultimate ice cream. It's chocolate, it's high quality and it's likely pricey so it could take me a month, 1-2 bites at a time to get through a pint. From a portion perspective this is good, hits my sweet spot without creating a binge.
This is next because the chips are about the same size and evenly distributed. It's still more of an ice cream shop purchase but from a portion control perspective, this works. It's good, it's a classic and fits the bill when I'm in a York or Junior Mint kind of mood. Also my Dad's favorite.
Now Cherry Garcia is where I start to run into real trouble and I'll tell you why. When an ice cream is filled with large chunks of goodness it's feast or famine if you're a "stuff" kind of person like TKTC. I'm in it for the extras. The cherries, the chocolate chunks. And I won't put my spoon down until I hit a drought. In other words, if I hit an oasis of "stuff," be it cookie dough, brownies bits or *ahem* caramel cone, I'm digging till I get everything in plain sight. This is much too dangerous to keep in the house.
But then there is an isolated night like tonight. When Amanda walked over, she'd brought a cake she'd made on a whim Monday. With sprinkles. Neither of us had eaten dinner. You know you're in trouble when wine is the healthiest thing being consumed at a meal. But it was fun and it's now 9:45 and I'm headed to bed so all's well that ends well. And by ends well, I mean ends with a long walk tomorrow after work and edamame for dinner.
In case you were wondering what tonight's poison was, it is Haagen Dazs Caramel Cone. Just as lethal as Cherry Garcia. Thank God we had cake to fill us up before more than half the pint was demolished.
Just go with it.