A local ice cream parlor invites you to create a new wacky flavor. It needs to channel the very essence of your personality. What’s in it?
I would pick vanilla ice cream with brownie bits and some sort of coffee/espresso ribbon. I’d be willing to trade off the brownie bits for chocolate chip cookie dough bits. I’d also consider a peanut butter cookie bit. But not all of these.
The vanilla base is because I do like a stable, predictable foundation and I am pretty vanilla on the surface. I actually prefer chocolate to vanilla, but not for mixtures. Chocolate stands on its own. Toss or mix in things and it becomes overpowering.
The coffee/espresso ribbon reflects my love for coffee and that little bit of a jolt that runs through my everyday life, be it politics, advocacy or simple bluntness on my part.
The brownie bits are about indulgence and self-care. I didn’t get much of that when I was young and now I take care of me. When I want a brownie, I eat a brownie. I don’t beat myself up about it and I don’t deny myself for the sake of someone else’s opinions. Chocolate chip cookie dough can be the same thing.
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That’s it. The thing with ice cream “loaded” with stuff is that it overwhelms the taste buds. A little sweet, a little kick and a consistent base. That’s my kind of ice cream.
In a waffle cone. Without the little wrapper at the bottom – I hate those. Especially the ones with flags. So let me add that – no wrapper, preferably a freshly pressed waffle a la Klavons and maybe the little m&m at the bottom a la Dave & Andy’s.
Presentation matters, after all.
And, I really am fine with plain old chocolate.
