We never had Ben & Jerry’s stores in Texas…or Michigan…or anywhere I’ve lived. And until I met Ted, I pretty naively thought that they only existed in Vermont. Ted had one right next door to the theatre he worked at in Palm Springs, CA.
Can you imagine?
If you need him, he’ll be the diabetic in the ice cream shop.
Of course their pints are sold in freezers across America, but to be honest, I don’t remember trying Ben & Jerry’s – ever. It looked good enough I suppose, and everyone waxed poetic over the thick chunks of goodness in every bite (and who doesn’t like ice cream stocked with a plethora of chunky goodies?), but…eh. I guess I just never got around to trying it.
The other day while I was out and about, I drove past a picturesque little old-town Main Street. You know, the sweet little village square that beckons you to park your car and go for a stroll to browse her gorgeous architecture, perfectly manicured lawns and sculpted trees, boldly-hued blooms in every window, and trendy little boutiques that sell yoga shirts for $238.
Yeah. I’m a sucker.
(No, I’m not stupid enough to spend $238 on a shirt. But if you are that person…I accept donations.)
It looked like such a beautiful area, right along the canal with red and yellow and orange leaves swirling across the blacktopped streets and roomy sidewalks, against the backdrop of pretty vintage streetlamps and cream and moss green buildings with crisp black shutters and welcoming store signs with catchy names outlined in chic fonts.
So I parked and walked and explored and admired and caught my breath after dry-heaving over the prices in the $238 store…and it was fun, to take in the scenery.
And then, obviously, I came upon a Ben & Jerry’s.
“Do I dare?”
It just seemed like the right thing to do.
So I did.
I sampled AmeriCone Dream (“vanilla ice cream with fudge covered waffle cone pieces & a caramel swirl”), and Late Night Snack (“vanilla bean ice cream with a salty caramel swirl & fudge covered potato chip clusters.”) – which is a dangerously perfect pairing for those either with a swingin’ case of PMS or who just adore the sweet n’ salty combo – before settling on a homemade waffle cone of New York Super Fudge Chunk (“chocolate ice cream with white & dark fudge chunks, pecans, walnuts & fudge covered almonds”) which was to die for and seemed appropriate.
I think I might need this ice cream more than once every twenty-six years.
NYSFC and I walked along the canal together, enjoying each other’s company. Me more than it, I imagine. I was, of course, the only person walking the canal. Everyone else was running, or jogging, or biking – or some lofty and motivated combination of the aforementioned – likely wearing $238 yoga shirts with their spandex workout pants…and sneaking me the stink eye as they rushed past. It goes without saying that I was also the only one downing an ice cream cone.
Treat yo’ self.
Exercise and asparagus, there’s always tomorrow.
:)
Also, I know you’ve been hankering for an update on our sweet crays.
They’re gorgeous. They know.
Getting blue crays?
Best. Idea. Ever.
As always, can you even believe they used to be this tiny five short months ago!?
Life is beautiful.
