Day 127. Spring Blizzard.

Not what you think! This spring blizzard was something magical. A Dairy Queen Blizzard in a waffle cone. Yeah, they do that now. So much better than eating the cup. But fret not, this will not become a habit. I just had to try it once.

People are often surprised to hear that I'm crazy about ice cream because I never eat it. Like spinach dip, I consider myself knowledgeable when it comes to judging the quality of an iced cream and the vehicle it comes in (I could eat a stack of plain waffle cones for breakfast). But mysteriously, and fortunately, it's never been something I've worked hard to avoid. I just never buy it. I guess I'm an ice cream romantic - I prefer to travel to ye olde ice cream shoppe and have an individual portion delivered to me, cone wrapped in a napkin like a perfect little gift.

But of course, I am in a new phase of life, one where I shouldn't be spending money at a place that actually has "dairy" in its name. So, I will enjoy this treat today. And then resign myself to sorbet.