KFC is Kidding

I keep seeing the commercial for this abominable creation and I know everyone on the planet is appalled by it and I have nothing new to add except a picture and more deep disdain.

What's up with me & ice cream?

So basically my whole life I've been one who enjoyed ice cream when offered, but not one to seek it out. Nice for dessert yes, provided there's a brownie under it. When I was little nothing beat a cup of orange sherbet at Howard Johnson's or a scoop of green (duh) mint chocolate chip at Baskin-Robbins. I also admit to having a weakness for Good Humor Toasted Almond bars.

But for some reason, starting a little bit this winter, but kicking into high gear this spring, I am all about ice cream. Not just any ice cream, there are rules of course.

One day this stuff was on sale at Giant. After opening plenty of cartons of white (wtf) mint ice cream, I thought what the heck. Well, these people have got some milk fat working. I then discovered...

Ice cream cone bowls sort of like this one. Yum. Now I actually have dinner thinking about ice cream. There are 10 containers of ice cream in my freezer right now and I don't think I've had 10 pints of ice cream in the last 10 years. And no, I am not pregnant. But I may be eventually and I wonder if it's some crazy thing my body is doing saying, "damnit how about some calcium?!?!" But also I just wonder if my palette is getting so fussy and demanding of rich flavors that it wants creamy ice cream.

But I am also happy to report that yesterday I brought home some sweet white corn and it was sooooo good. The season has sprung.

We have a house in the country and it is VERY remote. We go there frequently. One might say every weekend if this weren't a public blog that could be read by nasty burgulars. I always tell people that the closest thing you can buy at our house is corn, from a farmer. I am really getting into Friday afternoon drives through the country and a stop at Sisson's Produce stand in the Northern Neck. There's a good season and a "eh" season. We are in the gooooood season. Mmmm. Corn and tomatoes. Real ones, ones that didn't ripen in a warehouse. Actually I just hunted for a picture of my favorite stand and I can't find one. Not one picture or mention of the greatest joy of summer on the web. I'm going to have to take one.