Ice cream: chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry?
Pffft! Seriously? o.O
What kind of choice is that? What about those wonderful flavours that Ben & Jerry’s do, like Caramel Chew Chew, Phish Food and Cookie Dough? Hell even Häagen-Dazs do nice ice cream, though not quite so nice as B&J (the moo-cow boys also have a far funnier website too! :p).
I remember the last time I had a choice, in the shop, about what ice cream to buy; I ended up getting a Twister because the selection in the fridge that day was a bit poor. Still, it wasn’t what I wanted. I believe I was standing in front of the big freezers in Tesco Express and shaking my fist because 1) I was in a Tesco Express and I resent the fact that they are slowly taking over the world -_- and 2) that I couldn’t get the bloody flavour I wanted! GAH! Honestly Mr Tescos, if you’re going to put one of your daft little express stores on four different corners in single mile radius then at least you can stock my ice cream!!!
Though I suppose there is something special about an ice cream on a stick right? Regardless of where you buy it. It brings to mind a true English summer; you’re in the ‘park’ (the rece behind the back of your house which is a flat stretch of concrete with broken tennis fences), there’s dog shit on your shoes, sweat is trickling down your back and just behind you some little brat is screaming because they dropped their ’99 (which now costs £1.20 by the way!) on the floor. -_-
And why can’t ice cream be enjoyed by grown ups? Where is it written that ice cream is a kiddies thing? I remember the odd look I got the last time I trotted up to the ice cream van as it stopped on my street. I bought a Magnum and a Solaro and the guy just looked at me like I was slightly bonkers. He even leaned out that little sliding window to see if there was a kid bouncing up and down at my feet wanting their treat. No. Just me. Just me preparing to run back into my flat and scoff the pair of them.
These days, if a grown up wants to eat an ice cream they have to do it in a restaurant in those stupidly tiny pots with none of the fun stuff that kids get. Where the hell are my sprinkles?! But no… you get a tiny glass, a MASSIVE spoon and you have to eat the round, roly-poly scoop without even a dribble of strawberry sauce. Being a grown up sucks.
I suppose the cinema is the one place you can get away with it. There is a Ben & Jerry’s bar in the cinema near me and that means I can get three scoops of the best flavours in existence. And I get a suitably tiny spoon so I can take my time over enjoying ice cream the way I should; with chocolate sauce, chocolate sprinkles and a big, cheesy grin! Mmmm. Makes me want to go to the cinema now actually. I wonder if there’s anything good on.
Anyway… you asked me a question didn’t you?
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