I was a little shocked by the lack of outrage over the declaration of my previous pie indifference. So I’m going to up the ante…
What if I told you, I didn’t really care for Ice Cream either? What if I told you the first time I had rocky road was a year ago?
It’s true. I’ve never been much of an ice cream fanatic. Vanilla or mint chocolate chip were my stand-bys but I was never the one begging to stop at the 31 Flavors or Springer’s. With the revolution of ice cream taking place making salted caramel and cereal milk ice cream more common than chocolate and cookie dough, I’ve definitely grown to love the uniqueness that this dessert provides. But I still consider myself a work in progress.
So when Em and I shared these ice cream sundaes in San Fran, a little window into my childhood opened up, and what I saw made me realize how bizarre not being obsessed with ice cream truly was. Hot fudge, whipped cream, caramel, are you kidding me! What the hell is wrong with me? Or should I say, was wrong with me.
This summer is turning out to be a serious dessert turning point. So I’ll probably still claim indifference, but sharers beware, you better hide the extra spoons!