So I was hungry last night and I didn't have anything to do so I went to Wawa, which is like a 7-11 but with a sandwich stand and really good coffee. Magda knows. Not really. Anyway, I got Ben and Jerry's Strawberry Cheesecake Ice Cream. I was about to finish the entire pint when I looked at the nutrition facts and noticed there are 4 servings per container and the Total Fat per serving is 15 grams or 23%. I ate about half and was somewhat disgusted, but it tasted so good.
I have a strawberry ice cream story... This actually happened a while ago, but no matter.
I wanted to catch the sunset one evening, so I got on the bus to the beach. Unfortunately, buses being slow and all, by the time I got down there, the sun had already set (but just barely). So instead, I watched the hula dancers and took a walk along the waterfront. Passing by a Haagen Dazs, I decided to get myself a strawberry sundae (since I missed the sunset, after all). And so I was walking down the street, admiring some guy's artwork, when this old dude stopped me.
"Hey, can I have a bite of your ice cream?"
"Excuse me?"
"Can I have a bite of your ice cream?"
"Oh... sure."
So I gave him a bite of my ice cream.
"Mmm... strawberry."
And he walked away.
Apparently, the guy liked strawberry ice cream.
So Today is my dad's birthday and my mom told me to have the nurses order vanilla ice cream with his dinner (cause we are bringing cake), but I, being the sneaky person I am vetoed the vanilla ice cream and told the nurses to order strawberry!!! MWHAHAHA!!
I just ate a whole pint of strawberry sorbet.
That is all.
When I first discovered the bliss that was Tillamook strawberry ice cream, I couldn't help but share some of that goodness with a select few of my closest friends. Little did I know that I had triggered an addiction. And for quite a while, I remained unaware of the full impact of my actions on four innocent young girls. Until one afternoon, upon returning home after a long day at school, I found that my house had been broken into, and hearing muffled sniggers from the kitchen, I entered to find these very girls stuffing their faces with as much Tillamook strawberry ice cream as they could hold, ruthlessly digging holes through the carton, greedily snatching up the best tidbits for themselves, fighting over the chunks of fruit, and running off with their prize when they saw me walk in. You can imagine my surprise.
That's what strawberry ice cream represents to me. My friends, however thieving they may be, and a much simpler, sweeter time when our biggest worry was how to get a hold of that delicious strawberry ice cream. A time when home was still home, and we all still had each other nearby.
Here in college, I have neither my friends nor Tillamook ice cream to comfort me. Thus, the birth of the Strawberry Ice Cream! blog. Welcome.
