My obession with ice cream is no secret to people who know me. It’s a product of my years growing up in Wisconsin where there’s an ice cream or custard stand on every corner (There’s a bar on the other corners, but that’s a different story).
The other day, while at Starbucks, they were giving away free sample size containers of Starbucks Java Chip ice cream along with a coupon. There was a long line so I took a container and begrudgingly tried it. What was I thinking? I’ve always deliberately steared clear of all types of coffee ice creams because the combination of my two biggest vices, coffee and ice cream, only promised to be much like crack for me. I was right. The Starbucks Java Chip ice cream is rich, creamy and has a subtle coffee flavor that matches perfectly with the chocolate chips. In other words: Damn. Damn, damn, damn, shit, hell, son-of-a-bitch and yum.
I now have a pint of Java Chip ice cream in my freezer and I caught myself having a spoonful this morning with my coffee. This is an ominous sign. I fear things could get out of hand as Java Chip ice cream gets rationalized as a legitimate dinner option. A perfectly acceptable lunch selection and course, good for snacking on around the clock. I won’t even get into the milkshake potential. That’ll have to be for an entirely different post.
And now, I must go, the container is calling.
