Saturday, June 18, 2011

Happy Cheese Day!

I meant to run 13 miles this morning with The Bad Influence, but instead I cut it short to 10 because I need to go see an ortho for my ankle. I decided on the way home that I would just bike until I get it x-rayed, because biking doesn't seem to bother it at all.

I don't wanna go to the doctor because I'm terrified that she'll say something is horribly wrong and I can't run again ever, but I need to suck it up and do the manly thing here.

And since my ankle hurts and I'm depressed/scared about it, I had twice the reason to have my usual Saturday Ice Cream Lunch. Yes, it's a thing, and yes, I really do it. See, I eat really big after my long run. Big enough that I'm usually not hungry for lunch. I get snacky about 2PM, and I started having my weekly dose of ice cream around that time. So it's easier just to say I have ice cream for lunch on Saturdays.

I've been planning for this one since Wednesday. I hunted for a week for the flavor of ice cream I wanted - Blue Bunny Red Carpet Red Velvet Cake - and finally found it at WalMart. I wrapped it up in plastic and shoved it in the very back of the freezer so no one would eat it until after I cracked into it, because I usually like the very top of the ice cream best. I got home and cleaned my 'room' to the point of feeling like a human and not a cave troll. Then I loaded up my mason jar I brought back from The Girl Who Says Fuck A Lot's wedding, because I've found it's the best receptacle for eating all sorts of things.

This is the best idea someone ever had. Seriously. It's vanilla ice cream with pieces of red velvet cake and a cream cheese frosting swirl, and it really is as good as it sounds. Sometimes ice cream flavors don't hit the notes they promise you, but this one is really that good. The red velvet cake bits are chewy and chunky like you're eating ice cream cake, and the cream cheese frosting is there without overpowering the taste of the red velvet.

My one criticism is that I was right - if I had not been squirrely and crazy and come to the ice cream eating party late, I would have had a lot less cake and a lot less frosting. Further down in the container, all of the additions were pushed to the outside and there was just a big pile of plain ice cream in the middle.

So now I'm in an ice cream coma, watching last season's Next Food Network Star, listening to Aarti talk about her 'tummy' like she's three and cringing knowing that she wins. When my brain wakes up a little bit more, I'll try to find something worth watching.

1 comment:

  1. I had to stop by and tell you that no one has ever stopped by the blog to tell me to hush! I loved that. And I love Emma Frost! Just not January. I like your blog. I shall return.

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