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I dripped ice cream on my sheets today. How very Liz Lemon of me...

Faster than I can blog

Seriously, you guys - we go through ice cream faster than I can blog about it.

In the last TWO days - the following have been polished off:

This was Malia's mini carton - I tried to put my fingernail in there for perspective. Malia reported back that not only was the carton mini, so were the brownie pieces, and this did not impress her.

Dairy-free mocha almond fudge - it was ok, but the coffee fudge brownie is far superior.

I don't know, this was one of Shailynn's; I don't think she liked it an enormous amount though, because it took her an abnormally long time to finish it.

In related news, we're getting creative with our ice cream. When all Malia had was vanilla, she mixed it with peanut butter and shaved chocolate for this delightful creation:

Genius.

"My advice to you, is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it's on your plate." - Thorton Wilder.

This stuff should be illegal

"Ice cream is exquisite. What a pity it isn't illegal." - Voltaire



Maybe if it was illegal, we wouldn't eat so much of it!

This is the remains of my new favorite - Breyer's coffee fudge brownie. HEAVEN. I need to stop with the coffee ice creams, but once you start, it's hard to stop. Kind of like the illegal substances...

Don't Dream It's Over

Stress eater: Someone who, in reaction to high levels of stress, eats excessive amounts of food.

AKA, not only the girls living in our apartment, but most of the entire female race. I have to admit the extreme amounts of ice cream consumed lately are correlated with the last few weeks of the semester.

BUT - the semester is over! The glorious last day of finals was the other day. And that night, when Natalie returned home around 1:00 a.m. and I had also just gotten in, she said these fateful words: "Want to go get some ice cream?" We made our way to the grocery store, the only place offering ice cream at such an hour. I actually wasn't planning on buying anything since I had an ample amount of ice cream in the freezer, but then I saw Natalie perusing the Ben & Jerry's and I got jealous. I spotted Americone Dream, which I had never tried, but my friends Brandon and Ashley swear by. So I decided to try it. I mean, come on - it was on sale.



It wasn't bad; although, honestly, how bad could it be? It's ice cream. But I don't think I will get it again. It was a little plain for me - vanilla based with caramel and chunks of choclate covered cones. Delicious, but it's no coffee fudge brownie, that's for sure.

Now that the semester is over, you'd think our ice cream consumption will go down, and maybe it will, but I wouldn't count on it. It's a habit now. A dirty, dirty habit.

A disappointing Zig Zag

Dairy-Free Peanut Butter Zig Zag. Shailynn's favorite. Punished.



Shailynn, however, was very upset because this particular pint of Zig Zag had no peanut butter!! It was chocolate with in fact no zig zag. How could they? She ate in anyway, then rinsed it out so she could save the phone number to call and complain. Situation developing...

I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream

"I had always thought that once you grew up, you could do anything you wanted - stay up all night or eat ice cream straight out of the container." - Bill Bryson

Well, guess what, peeps??? When you're grown up, you CAN stay up all night and eat ice cream straight out of the container! And we do! Daily.

Welcome to The Ice Cream Chronicles. A magical place where we don't have to be ashamed of our obsession with sweet, cold, creamy goodness. We fly this freak flag high! It all started today (meaning this blog, not our ice cream obsession - that's been evident for awhile now), when Malia and I ran to the store for "water" and "butter" and came home with two cartons of ice cream. We almost came home with three, but Malia exercised restraint. Don't mention that I'd already purchased ice cream earlier in the day and that we purchased ice cream on Saturday too. Wow. Writing it down like that just reaffirmed how insane we are. I mean...no shame. No. Shame.

So, we get home and we're loading our treasures into the freezer (which already contains three, count 'em, three half-eaten cartons), commenting on the absurdity of how much ice cream we've consumed in the last 8 months of living together. The majority of the time, there are more containers of ice cream in the freezer than people that live in the apartment. For reals. Anyway, Malia says, "What if we had saved all the cartons of ice cream we've eaten?" My first thought is, "Gross, we'd be like one of those crazy Hoarders ladies." My second thought is, "That would be a lot of freaking ice cream containers," and my third thought is, "That would be AWESOME." But more than awesome, it would be gross. So, I said, "We should start taking pictures every time we finish a carton of ice cream and start a blog and just post them on the blog." And here we are.

The current state of our freezer:

Vanilla, vanilla, coffee fudge brownie, orange dreamscicles, dairy-free mocha almond fudge, dairy-free chocolate peanut butter. Oh, and the not-as-shameful frozen strawberries. (Full disclosure: they're for milkshakes.)

We love all varieties of ice cream: frozen yogurt, dairy-free, fatty, low-fat, sinful, vanilla-y, minty, chocolate-y, chunky, melty. So here's the sitch: henceforth every time we finish a carton of ice cream, we are going to take a picture of it before we throw it out. Then we will document our ice cream adventures here. I suspect we'll be some of the only people that will read this thing; it's pretty ridiculous. But I love blogging and I love hilarious food blogs, so it was only a matter of time before I started writing one.

Now excuse me while I go eat some mocha almond fudge...straight out of the container.