We All Scream for Ice Cream

I like Ice Cream. "Like" might even be too weak of a word to describe my enjoyment of that ice cold, creamy goodness. Of course, I'm a minimalist when it comes to ice cream. My favorite is plain vanilla with hershey's chocolate syrup. Whip Cream is optional, but delicious. I don't really care for chunks in my ice cream. I'm not a big Chunky Monkey fan or Rocky Road. Give me plain vanilla with chocolate syrup and I'm good to go. When I'm feeling saucy and need a change, I use Knott's Boysenberry Jam instead of chocolate syrup. I enjoy ice cream. I can walk away from chocolate. Cookies and cake are nice...but I can limit myself. But, ice cream is a different story for me. If I'm not careful, I could eat ice cream at every meal. But, since Joi and I are being careful with what we eat, this is not an option. We were able to find a Slow-Churned Ice Cream that has 1/2 the fat and 1/3 the calories. We even found a generic version found at King Soopers that is cheaper than the name brand (by Dreyers). It's pretty good and not as bad for you as regular ice cream. So, it makes me feel a little better about my addiction. When I get to heaven, I imagine that at the great feast that we get to eat with Jesus, my setting will include a giant bowl of plain vanilla with chocolate syrup.

I like ice cream. I think it likes me back. The other day, when I opened a brand new quart of the generic slow churned ice cream, it was smiling at me. Me and ice cream....we have a good thing going on.