Tonight, Topher, Uncle John and I enjoyed some delicious barbecue, a cold jaunt through the town where we got married, and rounded off the night with a stop at a local ice cream chain that I lurve. We sauntered up to the window, our breath seeping out in frozen puffs.
We placed our order and as Ice Cream Scooper Extraordinaire Kevin brought the small red cups of joy to the counter, he said:
"Did you have a bet if I would remember?"
I'm such a known entity that Kevin knows I ask for extra graham with my regular order of Graham Central Station: graham-flavored ice cream with chocolate chips and a swirl of graham.
The graham is like buttery graham cracker crust, and he dollops extra on top:
I should be ashamed that my reputation precedes me, but really, I'm just proud.
Oh and that's my ice cream face. It's my version of Chandler's sex face.
That looks delish! & your ice cream face, is priceless =) haha!
ReplyDeleteI can't even deal with how delicious that ice cream sounds and looks. I would have NO shame in being a regular for something so delicious!
ReplyDeleteI was a regular at a full fat ice cream shop and THEY CLOSED IT. And put a FROZEN YOGURT SHOP in its place. Now there are TWO FROZEN YOGURT SHOPS IN THE SAME SHOPPING CENTER. And the closest Cold Stone is THIRTY MINUTES AWAY. In HOUSTON. You'd think the fattest city in the nation would have more ice cream. Sheeps. Please take me there in two weeks :)
ReplyDeleteYou can never have enough graham - at Cold Stone, my choice is the cheesecake ice cream with double the graham cracker crumbs... YUM. You have good taste my friend. ;)
ReplyDeleteum... can we please go here on our Tour de Frederick!?
ReplyDeleteHa! I snorted when I read "that's my ice cream face" because that is just super funny. Additionally, that ice cream looks AMAZING and even though it's about 10 degrees here right now, I definitely want some. Yum.
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