Word of the day
I have just one word of the day. Ok, technically they're two: Phish Food. Chocolate ice cream with gooey marshmellow, a caramel swirl, and chocolate fudge fish. This is about as good as it gets in the world of chocolate ice cream variants. Much love; much respect to the boys Ben Cohen and Jerry Greenfield for coming up with the edible answer to my dreams.
This gargantuan glob of glue has to be eaten cold, so as the outside parts of chocolate goodness closest to the cardboard wrapper begin to soften up, take your spoon and run it along the inside wall of the container. This gets rid of the warmer, melted part, which goes right into your mouth. You're effectively dredging the ice cream; removing all the softer bits that clog the chocolate throughways and prevent access to the rest of better, still-frozen ice cream structure in the middle. Not that these "dregs" taste too bad; I can usually be coerced into eating them.
The entire experience can only be described as extasy in cardboard. A truely orgiastic advanture across the taste buds of the neather reaches of the tongue. YuuuMMMMMMmmmmm. Don't distrub me right now; I'm having organisms.
The entire experience can only be described as extasy in cardboard. A truely orgiastic advanture across the taste buds of the neather reaches of the tongue. YuuuMMMMMMmmmmm. Don't distrub me right now; I'm having organisms.
