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Posted September 09, 2003 at 11:06:22 AM by Bean
I love ice cream, always have, always will. When I was little, I used to beg my mom and dad all the time to go to Zesto's, the local ice cream joint. Any time we drove by it, I would nag and nag and nag until we stopped. I almost always got the 'blizzard' or whatever it was that they happened to call the softserve ice cream mixed up with bits of candy, and I almost always got it with peanut butter cups.
"What's so blogworthy about this story, Bean?" you may ask. Well the interesting thing about me and ice cream is that I really don't like it when it melts before I get a chance to eat it... I get furious. On hot days, when the outside edges of my peanut butter cup blizzard would begin to melt before I even got to the table to sit down, I would flip out. When I was little, I couldnt control my anger and I would scream and shout and act like a spoiled little brat. I was absolutely horrible, and I feel so bad for my parents or anyone else who happened to be near me during one of these episodes. I couldn't (and still don't) understand why they didn't serve their fucking blizzards in fucking styrofoam cups instead of fucking paper ones. Just thinking about it now gets me all riled up.
These days, I still get mad when it happens, but I can supress the fury. I no longer cry and kick and scream, I just grit my teeth and eat my liquid slop. In my opinion, the only time melted ice cream is acceptable is when it's covered in hot fudge.