Annette, my good friend and our very own personal blog guru, came out to visit me here in very, very sunny California last week. We had a grand time hanging out, touring San Francisco, painting, talking endlessly and giggling madly. When I discovered she’d never been to a Ben & Jerry’s scoop shop *GASP!* I decided to remedy the situation immediately.
We went. We saw. We ate ice cream. (Duh, right?)
I love Ben and Jerry. I’ve never met the guys, but I can say with absolute assurance that they are two of my favorite humans – if they are, in fact, human at all. Some might argue that they’re evil diet-destroying demons. But I don’t believe in diets or in demons, and here in my happy universe, they’re revered as beneficent beings of the highest order, the divine purveyors if smooth and creamy bliss mixed with just enough crunch to keep things interesting.
Annette seems to agree with me, so it didn’t take much effort to convince her that ice cream can and should equal lunch on a hot July day in California.
One of the perks of visiting a scoop shop is access to exclusive, never found in the carton flavors. Like Coffee Coffee Buzz Buzz Buzz. Anyone who knows me would expect me to look no further on the menu.
Coffee ice cream with espresso dark chocolate chunks.
It was delicious, and totally cancelled out the need for a late afternoon latte. I think it’s wise and kind of Ben and Jerry to keep this one restricted to their shops. Otherwise, I’d have to keep some in my freezer at all times. No really. HAVE to. And if my youngest got a hold of it – in all its sugary, seriously caffeinated glory – there would be hell to pay.
Ice cream is one of the best parts of summer. Everyone should have it for lunch at least once during the season, and it should be devoured at your favorite local ice cream shop because there’s something about the atmosphere – and scent of freshly baked waffle cones – that takes the experience to a whole new level. Go on. Do it. You know you want to. And if you should require such a thing, I hereby grant you permission.
In the meantime, sound off. Ben & Jerry’s or Breyers? Godiva or gelato? Cone or cup? What’s your favorite not-so-guilty-because-I’ve-totally-given-you-permission ice cream pleasure?