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.