Same goes for ice-cream. It’s actually much worse with ice-cream. Cookie-dough chunks? Fudgey pieces? Oh no you dih-ent (oh yes...I did). I dig those guys right out of there and eat them all, standing hunched over an open tub of ice-cream, scratching away with a fork, seeking the little treasures. Please don’t picture me. You pictured me, didn’t you. Listen, I can explain. (I can’t)
Worse yet is when my daughters want to have some ice-cream, I have to act all shocked and appalled at what cheapskates these ice-cream companies are, imagine!! Only putting 3 or 4 chunks in the Chunky Monkey, come ON (them: but Mom, why is it so hacked up looking? Me: Oh, they are getting so lazy)
When my 2 bff’s Ben and Jerry started with that whole “core” thing? Well. My mouth waters at the thought, but I really don’t think I could pull that one off. A giant empty vortex down the center of an ice-cream container is kind of a red flag.
I’m not proud. I understand the idea that you can have weeks (okay, days) of ice-cream enjoyment if you just take what comes up. You can appreciate that little nugget of cereal so much more if it is mixed in with the rest. I get it, I do! I’m a work in progress. Don’t judge. I’m still eating those folded potato chips, though. (baby steps.)
The other day we were at a Chinese Food Buffet and my sister stopped at one of the trays and proceeded to pick out every last little carrot out of it, rationalizing that it was called “chicken and broccoli” so she wasn’t doing anything to the sacred balance. And who calls it that anyway, weirdo (she added). I suddenly unearthed a hidden memory…heavenly hash ice-cream…heavenly, but no hash. Hmm. I think maybe this problem is bigger than me. Now I need to go call my Mom, I have some questions.