Ever get to a point in your life, say pretty much every night, and you start hearing voices? It's happening to me right now. These voices are calling me from the freezer. That's where the Tillamook Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream lurks. I'm so thankful no containers of chocolate chip or Moose Tracks are in there because then I would be hearing multiple voices in my head. I've been addicted to ice cream for years. Probably since high school when I used to scarf down bowls of Heavenly Hash while watching Miami Vice or Monday Night Football. I tell people I have three vices: ice cream, pop and Julie. In no particular order. Which raises the question of whether my wife can be a vice. Probably not, but we'll let America decide that based on the fact that there seems to be an extraordinary number of my progeny running around here. She at least gets the sympathy vote.
Here's how I like my ice cream: When it's quiet in the house. (Ha! I bet you were thinking with chocolate sauce.) I'm not sure what that says about me, but I like to savor it in the silence of my own home. Or wherever it is I'm calling home at the moment. I'll dish the kids up early and hold off until 10 o'clock or so when I can feed the beast in peace. Like right now. Cheers!