Another Location for Socials
It's a little far, but we should take a trip to Batavia. There's a homemade candy/ice cream shop!! Can you imagine?? Chocolate AND ice cream in the same store!
Just an idea :-)
Sunday, July 27, 2003
YOU GOILS WILL NOT BELIEVE THIS!!!!!!
Are you sitting? So, last night, after our horrible Suds show (see details here), we all go to the bar next to the theater to get HAMMERED!!!!! Maria and her sister came to see the show and hung with us. And we're all hanging around and sufficiently drunk and bored. So Maria, Erica, Lori, and I decide we're going to a porn shop. Woo hoo! So we go! And it's called Show World, and it's on NINE FOOT RD. (I am NOT making this up!), and guess what else we learned about it?
IT USED TO BE AN ICE CREAM CUSTARD STAND BEFORE IT WAS A PORN SHOP!
AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I swear to god. Here's a picture of the street sign and store sign, but it's really hard to read the street sign.
Are you sitting? So, last night, after our horrible Suds show (see details here), we all go to the bar next to the theater to get HAMMERED!!!!! Maria and her sister came to see the show and hung with us. And we're all hanging around and sufficiently drunk and bored. So Maria, Erica, Lori, and I decide we're going to a porn shop. Woo hoo! So we go! And it's called Show World, and it's on NINE FOOT RD. (I am NOT making this up!), and guess what else we learned about it?
IT USED TO BE AN ICE CREAM CUSTARD STAND BEFORE IT WAS A PORN SHOP!
AAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I swear to god. Here's a picture of the street sign and store sign, but it's really hard to read the street sign.
May I Be a Tad Lactose Intolerant?
After a hellish week at the Fair, Matt and our friend, Richard, took me out for dinner and then ice cream at Aldrich's on Route 60. Aldrich is a local dairy that makes homemade ice cream and has a little restaurant where you can eat this scrumptious ice cream. The interior hasn't changed in years, as testified by Matt who used to go there as a kid when his family made the weekly trip from Buffalo to Stockton to see his grandparents. I had cookies and cream ice cream, covered by marshmallow topping, topped with a form of cool whip (ewwww), and a cherry with a stem. Very tasty. My stomach disagreed shortly after. Thank god for immodium. I'm just hoping that my body isn't used to the heavy cream since we mostly drink Lactaid around here (Matt's really the intolerant one). So I may be joining Leah on this one?
After a hellish week at the Fair, Matt and our friend, Richard, took me out for dinner and then ice cream at Aldrich's on Route 60. Aldrich is a local dairy that makes homemade ice cream and has a little restaurant where you can eat this scrumptious ice cream. The interior hasn't changed in years, as testified by Matt who used to go there as a kid when his family made the weekly trip from Buffalo to Stockton to see his grandparents. I had cookies and cream ice cream, covered by marshmallow topping, topped with a form of cool whip (ewwww), and a cherry with a stem. Very tasty. My stomach disagreed shortly after. Thank god for immodium. I'm just hoping that my body isn't used to the heavy cream since we mostly drink Lactaid around here (Matt's really the intolerant one). So I may be joining Leah on this one?
Saturday, July 26, 2003
Well, it finally happened.
I can't eat.
I'm am so upset about my cat that even though I'm starving, I can't eat anything. Ugh. So I went to visit Farris today and when I left I bawled my friggin' eyes out, like a little wimpy diaper-crapping baby. So, seeing as I haven't eaten anything all day, I do think I can muster the gumption to have an Abbott's ice cream. It goes down very easy, not like a (gag) hamburger or (ack) greasy french fries.
So that's what I'm going to do. Then I'm going back to Geneva to finish that last two shows of Suds.
I can't eat.
I'm am so upset about my cat that even though I'm starving, I can't eat anything. Ugh. So I went to visit Farris today and when I left I bawled my friggin' eyes out, like a little wimpy diaper-crapping baby. So, seeing as I haven't eaten anything all day, I do think I can muster the gumption to have an Abbott's ice cream. It goes down very easy, not like a (gag) hamburger or (ack) greasy french fries.
So that's what I'm going to do. Then I'm going back to Geneva to finish that last two shows of Suds.
Friday, July 25, 2003
Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Two In One Day!
Matt took me to Friendly's tonight for dinner after I got home from the Fair. I wasn't terribly hungry after eating my customary "Friendly Frank," but insisted on getting some kind of ice cream. I asked our waitress if they still made a kid size version of the Reece's Pieces sundae (was called "peanutty sundae" back in my childhood days), but I got a blank look. Then she said they could make it in a Happy Ending sundae size and asked if I wanted hot fudge with that. Confused, I answered yes. Well, I got a Happy Ending hot fudge sundae with a small container of Reece's Pieces to put on top. Not quite what I had in mind, but that was ok. I think my cravings have been satisfied for at least a week or two now.
Matt took me to Friendly's tonight for dinner after I got home from the Fair. I wasn't terribly hungry after eating my customary "Friendly Frank," but insisted on getting some kind of ice cream. I asked our waitress if they still made a kid size version of the Reece's Pieces sundae (was called "peanutty sundae" back in my childhood days), but I got a blank look. Then she said they could make it in a Happy Ending sundae size and asked if I wanted hot fudge with that. Confused, I answered yes. Well, I got a Happy Ending hot fudge sundae with a small container of Reece's Pieces to put on top. Not quite what I had in mind, but that was ok. I think my cravings have been satisfied for at least a week or two now.
I Got My Ice Cream!
I'm blogging to y'all from the County Fair to let you know I got my hot fudge sundae! I just finished it off before it all melted. The woman at the stand even gave me 50-cents off for being a Fair worker. Sure, it wasn't a Friendly's sundae, but any kind of ice cream would have done at this point *grins*
I'm blogging to y'all from the County Fair to let you know I got my hot fudge sundae! I just finished it off before it all melted. The woman at the stand even gave me 50-cents off for being a Fair worker. Sure, it wasn't a Friendly's sundae, but any kind of ice cream would have done at this point *grins*
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
I've Been Bad. Very Bad
No, this isn't part two of those crazy Christians. I resisted the urge to get Friendly's tonight. I soooo desparately wanted a Reeces Pieces sundae, but I said "No! I will not let my waistband expand anymore!". Worse yet, my fiance (why can't he be an enabler???) gave me thumbs-up for my will power. The problem: you know what happens when you resist that which you most want. The want grows stronger until you cannot stand it any longer and then you'll read about some 20-something goil in the Southern Tier that tore apart the frozen food/ice cream section of a Wegmans in a late night rampage. The pictures wouldn't be pretty. Updates to follow.
No, this isn't part two of those crazy Christians. I resisted the urge to get Friendly's tonight. I soooo desparately wanted a Reeces Pieces sundae, but I said "No! I will not let my waistband expand anymore!". Worse yet, my fiance (why can't he be an enabler???) gave me thumbs-up for my will power. The problem: you know what happens when you resist that which you most want. The want grows stronger until you cannot stand it any longer and then you'll read about some 20-something goil in the Southern Tier that tore apart the frozen food/ice cream section of a Wegmans in a late night rampage. The pictures wouldn't be pretty. Updates to follow.
My few pleasant Mt. Gretna (dont' go there) memories…
...which, of course, involved ice cream and several lesbians.
Mt. Gretna (stay away!) has an old fashioned ice cream shop right on site called the Jigger Shop. The Jigger is the name of their flagship sundae, a hot fudge sundae with chocolate sauce (Hershey’s, of course), and a crapload of marshmallow on it, topped with Jigger Nuts. It’s part of each worker's contract that they are not allowed to tell people what jigger nuts are, but it appears to be chopped bittersweet chocolate blended with some sort of nuts, and perhaps the slightest bit of coffee beans.
...which, of course, involved ice cream and several lesbians.
Mt. Gretna (stay away!) has an old fashioned ice cream shop right on site called the Jigger Shop. The Jigger is the name of their flagship sundae, a hot fudge sundae with chocolate sauce (Hershey’s, of course), and a crapload of marshmallow on it, topped with Jigger Nuts. It’s part of each worker's contract that they are not allowed to tell people what jigger nuts are, but it appears to be chopped bittersweet chocolate blended with some sort of nuts, and perhaps the slightest bit of coffee beans.
The menu
Inside the Jigger Shop. These girls take their job very seriously.
So the first weekend we were there, some of the girls went over to the jigger shop for some goods:
Erica, Shawn (lesbian #1) and Lori (lesbian #2) work that ice cream!
As does Melanie, who is eating a Jigger.
Later that week, hmmmm…perhaps even the same night, the band decided to go to Friendly’s in town (Lebanon, PA) for some food. Of course, we all got free Sundae’s with our orders:
I think we gave her the pretty waitress tip. Certainly she scores points for stage presence!
My beloved Nicky, drummer for Suds on this tour, has a hot fudge sundae.
The very adorable Heather, Suds pianist, has the very adorable Monster Sundae.
Frank gets his hot fudge sundae to go, because he is lactose intolerant. At first he wasn't going to get it at all, and I said "Are you mad? It's FREE ice cream! Get it to go and give it to somebody!" So he gave it to our Stage Manager, Lesli (lesbian #3):
Now, there were many other trips to Friendly’s and the Jigger shop, and more photos are coming, except that they are in other people’s cameras. There was the last week where the whole band and cast and stage manager went out to Friendly’s, and I took some great photos. Also, we had to sit in two booths, and remove the partition, and it was really bizarre how when the dude told us the table was ready and we could seat ourselves, all the lesbians went to one table, and the hets sat at the other. So much for desegregation.
You may also notice a lack of photos of your humble correspondent (lesbian #4). What can I say, I was busy archiving. But trust me, I ate PLENTY of ice cream, seeing as I couldn’t get laid, AND I was PMS-ing.
This photo was taken at the jigger shop, just to show how damn BIG the cone was. Check it out. It’s almost as big as her head!
And, as you may already know, I went to the Mother Ship. Yes, I went to Hershey’s Chocolate World! Woo hoo! And lookie what they had inside!
But I did not have any ice cream, seeing as I’d had a sundae for breakfast already that day.
And so, there ya have it! A short rendition of my ice cream moments at Mt. Gretna (avoid this place). When more photos become available, I shall blog as required!
Smooches!
Monday, July 21, 2003
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
I SWEAR to god I'm not making this up. This is an actual Yahoo Group I found when doing a search on "ice cream".
Single Christians Seeking BDSM Spouse2. And there are almost 600 members! Here's what it says:
Are you a Conservative Christian Single in search of your life partner? Is your search COMPLICATED by the fact that you have "secret" desires? Desires that are not morally wrong, but are embarrasingly personal? Do you desire a mate who is into Spanking? BDSM? "Domistic Discipline?" I know these are things that we cannot bring up at the church ice cream social.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Fucking whackos. Just tie each other up and get over yourselves!
I SWEAR to god I'm not making this up. This is an actual Yahoo Group I found when doing a search on "ice cream".
Single Christians Seeking BDSM Spouse2. And there are almost 600 members! Here's what it says:
Are you a Conservative Christian Single in search of your life partner? Is your search COMPLICATED by the fact that you have "secret" desires? Desires that are not morally wrong, but are embarrasingly personal? Do you desire a mate who is into Spanking? BDSM? "Domistic Discipline?" I know these are things that we cannot bring up at the church ice cream social.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Fucking whackos. Just tie each other up and get over yourselves!
Heil, Leah!
Warning: This post contains explicit language because Mary Rose has a potty mouth
I really should be packing (ah, who the hell am I kidding? I won't pack until right before I leave tomorrow), but I feel the need to blog about my Friday ice cream for some reason. :) I was at work and my friend Jamie walked by and said, "There's Klondike bars on the table" (we have a little table where there is almost always some kind of food on). I said, "Oh, I haven't eaten lunch yet...." Then I had to go see Mary Rizzo (who, much like Mary Simon, I can't just call 'Mary' but must call 'Mary Rizzo,' much to her amusement) about a fax or something and she was eating one of them. I almost started drooling. One because I have a crush on Mary Rizzo (always the straight, older married women, I tell you) and two because for a Klondike bar that shit looked good. I was like, "Why the fuck am I caring that I haven't eaten lunch yet? Am I my fucking own mother or what? What the hell is wrong with me?" So I ran over to the table and there was a fabulous spread- I guess one of the vendors brought the ice cream in (I don't know what the hell that means but that's what I was told). I had no idea that Klondike bars came in that many varieties- there was of course vanilla and chocolate but there was also some peanut butter caramel kind and neapolitan (how the fuck do you spell that??) and something else. I snatched up one of the last two PB caramel kind and snuck into my mailroom to eat it. I was hiding because it was so good that I was sucking it off the aluminum package. Sad but true.
I'm off to the Cape tomorrow, and I know we will at least stop at the B&J's in P-town, and I'm sure that other ice cream will be had as well. I will blog about it upon my return. Miss me. I'll miss you.
Warning: This post contains explicit language because Mary Rose has a potty mouth
I really should be packing (ah, who the hell am I kidding? I won't pack until right before I leave tomorrow), but I feel the need to blog about my Friday ice cream for some reason. :) I was at work and my friend Jamie walked by and said, "There's Klondike bars on the table" (we have a little table where there is almost always some kind of food on). I said, "Oh, I haven't eaten lunch yet...." Then I had to go see Mary Rizzo (who, much like Mary Simon, I can't just call 'Mary' but must call 'Mary Rizzo,' much to her amusement) about a fax or something and she was eating one of them. I almost started drooling. One because I have a crush on Mary Rizzo (always the straight, older married women, I tell you) and two because for a Klondike bar that shit looked good. I was like, "Why the fuck am I caring that I haven't eaten lunch yet? Am I my fucking own mother or what? What the hell is wrong with me?" So I ran over to the table and there was a fabulous spread- I guess one of the vendors brought the ice cream in (I don't know what the hell that means but that's what I was told). I had no idea that Klondike bars came in that many varieties- there was of course vanilla and chocolate but there was also some peanut butter caramel kind and neapolitan (how the fuck do you spell that??) and something else. I snatched up one of the last two PB caramel kind and snuck into my mailroom to eat it. I was hiding because it was so good that I was sucking it off the aluminum package. Sad but true.
I'm off to the Cape tomorrow, and I know we will at least stop at the B&J's in P-town, and I'm sure that other ice cream will be had as well. I will blog about it upon my return. Miss me. I'll miss you.
THINKING ABOUT ICE CREAM....
Does that count? Ok so they got new vendors at work and one of the machines has ice cream. They have Dove bars, ice cream sandwiches and those cherry/strawberry ice cream bars with the little crunchy things all over the outside...what are those called? Well I really wanted an ice cream sandwich but didn't get one. I figure I won't be able to go all week without one but we will see when I break down. My bo left some ice cream in the fridge, and although that is definately fair game according to LZ it is Haagen Dazs Rum Raison. Now Haagen Dazs is a given but Rum Raison? Who the hell eats Rum Raison????? Oh and Leah, your dream may come true! I wasn't really an ice cream buff until I joined the blog. Now I eat ice cream at least once a week...the pounds are packin'.
Does that count? Ok so they got new vendors at work and one of the machines has ice cream. They have Dove bars, ice cream sandwiches and those cherry/strawberry ice cream bars with the little crunchy things all over the outside...what are those called? Well I really wanted an ice cream sandwich but didn't get one. I figure I won't be able to go all week without one but we will see when I break down. My bo left some ice cream in the fridge, and although that is definately fair game according to LZ it is Haagen Dazs Rum Raison. Now Haagen Dazs is a given but Rum Raison? Who the hell eats Rum Raison????? Oh and Leah, your dream may come true! I wasn't really an ice cream buff until I joined the blog. Now I eat ice cream at least once a week...the pounds are packin'.
Coming Soon!
www.tastedlikeicecream.com! It's not up yet, but the name is reserved. We're talking big here, goils! We're talking the blog as it is now, and later, message boards, photo pages, and hell, maybe even a video clip of me singing that damn song. Whatever, the possibilities are endless. So when you come looking for this blog in the next few weeks and it's not there, you'll know where to look: www.tastedlikeicecream.com
Woo hoo!
www.tastedlikeicecream.com! It's not up yet, but the name is reserved. We're talking big here, goils! We're talking the blog as it is now, and later, message boards, photo pages, and hell, maybe even a video clip of me singing that damn song. Whatever, the possibilities are endless. So when you come looking for this blog in the next few weeks and it's not there, you'll know where to look: www.tastedlikeicecream.com
Woo hoo!
Oh, yeah!! Almost forgot
Mary Rose, Cheryl, and I were at the Ithaca Women's Music Festival Saturday and we were talking about ice cream, and Mary Rose mentioned she'd had ice cream Friday night. And I'm all, I didn't see any posting about it, yo! And Mary Rose gets this look on her face and says "It was just last night! Chill, blog nazi!"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Mary Rose, Cheryl, and I were at the Ithaca Women's Music Festival Saturday and we were talking about ice cream, and Mary Rose mentioned she'd had ice cream Friday night. And I'm all, I didn't see any posting about it, yo! And Mary Rose gets this look on her face and says "It was just last night! Chill, blog nazi!"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Fucking Comments are history
Okay, I changed the comment company. The downside is that we've lost all the brilliant comments made since the inception of this silly yet entertaining blog. But hopefully this one will be more reliable. Because I LOVE YOU ALL. (And because I ain't got the freaking patience and was ready to start breaking things...)
Okay, I changed the comment company. The downside is that we've lost all the brilliant comments made since the inception of this silly yet entertaining blog. But hopefully this one will be more reliable. Because I LOVE YOU ALL. (And because I ain't got the freaking patience and was ready to start breaking things...)
IF THE FUCKING COMMENT BOX EVER WORKED...
i would say, i can NOTbelieve LZ and Mary Rose didn't get the Edy's. *gasps in shock* and Maria's gay sprinkles are okay, but i'd have gone for chocolate with gay sprinkles instead. :P
another thing i am learning to do... no laughing...is make CARB FREE (or low carb)ice cream. *sigh* took my oldest for her check up and discovered if i don't take care of it now, she will be type2 diabetic by the time she is in high school. i will not let that happen to my child. on the UPSIDE we get to make it with real cream, fruit, cocoa or chocolate...just no sugar. i will let you know how it turns out and if it's reallygood, i will post the recipies.
that is all for today kids!
see you soon!
i would say, i can NOTbelieve LZ and Mary Rose didn't get the Edy's. *gasps in shock* and Maria's gay sprinkles are okay, but i'd have gone for chocolate with gay sprinkles instead. :P
another thing i am learning to do... no laughing...is make CARB FREE (or low carb)ice cream. *sigh* took my oldest for her check up and discovered if i don't take care of it now, she will be type2 diabetic by the time she is in high school. i will not let that happen to my child. on the UPSIDE we get to make it with real cream, fruit, cocoa or chocolate...just no sugar. i will let you know how it turns out and if it's reallygood, i will post the recipies.
that is all for today kids!
see you soon!
Friends and Ice Cream
My old college buddy Diane was in town today to visit. She's a Chief Petty Officer in the Navy in the Music School. Hot shit, ya know. So we got some wings and beer at Richmond's, coffee at SPoT, then we headed over to Abbott's because I told her she HAS to try it! And Maria works nearby and I called her and she met us, and we ate ice cream and LAUGHED our asses off just because. Diane and I had the Chocolate Almond Custard and Maria had her usual Vanilla with gay sprinkles.
My old college buddy Diane was in town today to visit. She's a Chief Petty Officer in the Navy in the Music School. Hot shit, ya know. So we got some wings and beer at Richmond's, coffee at SPoT, then we headed over to Abbott's because I told her she HAS to try it! And Maria works nearby and I called her and she met us, and we ate ice cream and LAUGHED our asses off just because. Diane and I had the Chocolate Almond Custard and Maria had her usual Vanilla with gay sprinkles.
Sunday, July 20, 2003
Meep!
Last night I had a dream that you all gained weight and got high cholesterol and you sued me, blaming it on this blog! Whew! Woke up in a clammy sweat! And I suppose it happened because yesterday Mary Rose and I left the Ithaca Women's Music Festival and I had to pee really bad, and pulled into the first place I saw. It happened to be a frozen custard stand serving Edy's. And we didn't get ANY! A downright scandal.
Last night I had a dream that you all gained weight and got high cholesterol and you sued me, blaming it on this blog! Whew! Woke up in a clammy sweat! And I suppose it happened because yesterday Mary Rose and I left the Ithaca Women's Music Festival and I had to pee really bad, and pulled into the first place I saw. It happened to be a frozen custard stand serving Edy's. And we didn't get ANY! A downright scandal.
Saturday, July 19, 2003
Pre-Ice Cream Posting
If any of you get an itching for an ice cream road trip out into the country, I'm at the Chautauqua County Fair all next week (Mon.-Sat., 1-7pm) in the County Government Tent. I'm totally anticipating eating all sorts of really bad things! Mmmmmm. Email me if you want details about getting there etc.
If any of you get an itching for an ice cream road trip out into the country, I'm at the Chautauqua County Fair all next week (Mon.-Sat., 1-7pm) in the County Government Tent. I'm totally anticipating eating all sorts of really bad things! Mmmmmm. Email me if you want details about getting there etc.
Thursday, July 17, 2003
Abbbooottts
My bud from Indiana is here so I HAD to take her to Abbotts. We hung out at the beach awhile but we ended up going to the Abbott's on Ridge Rd. I had a vanilla waffle cone and Sarah had a Snickers Sundae. She agrees that ice cream was invented for those who are sexually deprived and she added the Snickers for the climax :-)....and afterwards she had three cigarettes...LOL.
My bud from Indiana is here so I HAD to take her to Abbotts. We hung out at the beach awhile but we ended up going to the Abbott's on Ridge Rd. I had a vanilla waffle cone and Sarah had a Snickers Sundae. She agrees that ice cream was invented for those who are sexually deprived and she added the Snickers for the climax :-)....and afterwards she had three cigarettes...LOL.
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
Mooooooo
So on paydays, which are the 15th and last day of every month, we get to take an hour for lunch instead of 45 minutes. Woo fucking hoo! This morning I get an email from my fellow lesbo coworker Chris asking if I want to go get ice cream and go to the park on lunch. Um, yeah!!!! How fun! I usually eat lunch by myself in the lunch room if it is too hot or cold to eat in my car. I'm VERY social.
She shows me where the park is so that if I am going to be a loser and eat lunch by myself then I can at least go from the parking lot at work to the park. (By the way. if any of you ever get bored during the day and want to come have lunch with me, I'd be very glad of the company!) Then we go to the ice cream place. I believe it is called The Big Moo. We each got a kiddie cone for $1.39 (she got mint chocolate chip and I got coffee) and that shit was big! Three big scoops on the cone as well as all the ice cream packed in the cone. I couldn't even eat it all. Talk about value! Plus she paid. :) I told her about our ice cream social and she was jealous. She brought up a good point about ice cream substituting for sexual gratification though. She said that it really shouldn't count as a substitute unless you are eating it out of a cone. The whole licking thing is the most sensual part. I told her she was absolutely right and that I was going to blog it.
Anyhow, she managed to eat her cone and drive without making a mess. I, on the other hand, had nothing I had to be doing except eating my cone and I was covered with ice cream. It was all over my hand, face and lap. Chris was mocking me out, saying that it was like having ice cream with a 4 year old. Oh well. I never said I was graceful. Needless to say, the ice cream trip brightened my day. And I sure needed brightening.
Oh! Chris told me that there is an ice cream place on Manitou Road that is awesome- called something that is five letters long and starts with an L. And that Papa Jack's in the village of Victor is awesome too- and cheap. She is against Abbotts solely because she thinks they are a rip-off. So if anyone is ever up for making the trek out to either of those places with me let me know. I'm all for an ice cream adventure. :) I'd still like to check out Java's, too.
I also just have to say that even though there was ice cream at the pride picnic, none of the club members partook in eating any of it. Shame on us! We must repent.
So on paydays, which are the 15th and last day of every month, we get to take an hour for lunch instead of 45 minutes. Woo fucking hoo! This morning I get an email from my fellow lesbo coworker Chris asking if I want to go get ice cream and go to the park on lunch. Um, yeah!!!! How fun! I usually eat lunch by myself in the lunch room if it is too hot or cold to eat in my car. I'm VERY social.
She shows me where the park is so that if I am going to be a loser and eat lunch by myself then I can at least go from the parking lot at work to the park. (By the way. if any of you ever get bored during the day and want to come have lunch with me, I'd be very glad of the company!) Then we go to the ice cream place. I believe it is called The Big Moo. We each got a kiddie cone for $1.39 (she got mint chocolate chip and I got coffee) and that shit was big! Three big scoops on the cone as well as all the ice cream packed in the cone. I couldn't even eat it all. Talk about value! Plus she paid. :) I told her about our ice cream social and she was jealous. She brought up a good point about ice cream substituting for sexual gratification though. She said that it really shouldn't count as a substitute unless you are eating it out of a cone. The whole licking thing is the most sensual part. I told her she was absolutely right and that I was going to blog it.
Anyhow, she managed to eat her cone and drive without making a mess. I, on the other hand, had nothing I had to be doing except eating my cone and I was covered with ice cream. It was all over my hand, face and lap. Chris was mocking me out, saying that it was like having ice cream with a 4 year old. Oh well. I never said I was graceful. Needless to say, the ice cream trip brightened my day. And I sure needed brightening.
Oh! Chris told me that there is an ice cream place on Manitou Road that is awesome- called something that is five letters long and starts with an L. And that Papa Jack's in the village of Victor is awesome too- and cheap. She is against Abbotts solely because she thinks they are a rip-off. So if anyone is ever up for making the trek out to either of those places with me let me know. I'm all for an ice cream adventure. :) I'd still like to check out Java's, too.
I also just have to say that even though there was ice cream at the pride picnic, none of the club members partook in eating any of it. Shame on us! We must repent.
Matt met me for lunch today and I decided I had to get an ice cream cone for dessert. The poor girl didn't have the muscle needed to scoop the ice cream out of the container, so my cone was kind of lopsided. So I immediately had a challenge in chowing down my Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream on sugar cone dessert. I almost immediately got some on my sweater sleeve as it dripped down. Then, a chunk fell onto the carpet in the Board of Election office (where we stopped after eating). I had to quickly scoop that up and run to the bathroom to wash it down the drain. I was able to eat the rest of my cone without incident, but it was a challenge. It was still good to have ice cream!
Alrighty, so I was talking to Leah last night on the phone and all of a sudden the woman starts having a seizure! Ok not a real seizure, but she was very excited. The little gemi rising was multi-tasking and watching X-files. Dana Scully was eating an ice cream! I was instructed to blog immediately on her behalf. More details to follow...
Monday, July 14, 2003
Thursday, July 10, 2003
Ice Cream Town, USA
You just won't believe it. I'm at the Mt. Gretna theater right now, 20 minutes before a show. And I had to tell you about this little place. Well, I'll talk all about this quaint, self-contained quasi-Chatauqua hell on my other site, but I wanted to tell you about the ICE CREAM PARLOR, that's right here on the land. It's called Jiggers, and it's about a 5 minute walk from my house. And they have all sorts of yummy ice cream sundaes and such. One would think I've been there every day, but I've only been there twice. Nobody likes a fat folksinger, remember. There's also a Friendly's in the nearby town of Lebanon. AND, I'm literally a 15 minute drive from Hershey, PA. I'm going there on Sundae- I mean Sunday.
My digital camera decided to stop working, so I bought a one-time use camera (Kodak, of course) and I've taken photos of cast members and band members eating ice cream at Jiggers and Friendly's, and will snap many at Hershey, as well. Perhaps I should start a chocolate website.... I'll post those pics when I get back home.
Anyway, today I had ice cream for dinner. I had a Jigger, which is ice cream with chocolate sauce, marshmallow sauce and Jigger nuts. But I don't like marshmallow, so I had whipped cream. And they're not allowed to tell anyone what jigger nuts are, but it tastes like bittersweet chocolate and nuts blended together, with perhaps a slight hint of coffee or espresso bean. And Nicky, my drummer, had a Jigger, too. And the cute adorable little jailbait girl who was making the jigger had just started working there today, and it was her FIRST Jigger. So Nicky popped her Jigger cherry, so to speak. I got her second Jigger. Sloppy seconds, I guess that's the best I can do.
And Nicky and I got a gig too. We're playing at the Allen Theater and Coffeehouse on Monday in Annville, PA. I got an hour set. Woo hoo!
See ya soon!
PS: I do believe Jessica and Maria have a little Jessica birthday ice cream to blog about???? Happy belated birthday to Jessica. She turned 18 yesterday!
You just won't believe it. I'm at the Mt. Gretna theater right now, 20 minutes before a show. And I had to tell you about this little place. Well, I'll talk all about this quaint, self-contained quasi-Chatauqua hell on my other site, but I wanted to tell you about the ICE CREAM PARLOR, that's right here on the land. It's called Jiggers, and it's about a 5 minute walk from my house. And they have all sorts of yummy ice cream sundaes and such. One would think I've been there every day, but I've only been there twice. Nobody likes a fat folksinger, remember. There's also a Friendly's in the nearby town of Lebanon. AND, I'm literally a 15 minute drive from Hershey, PA. I'm going there on Sundae- I mean Sunday.
My digital camera decided to stop working, so I bought a one-time use camera (Kodak, of course) and I've taken photos of cast members and band members eating ice cream at Jiggers and Friendly's, and will snap many at Hershey, as well. Perhaps I should start a chocolate website.... I'll post those pics when I get back home.
Anyway, today I had ice cream for dinner. I had a Jigger, which is ice cream with chocolate sauce, marshmallow sauce and Jigger nuts. But I don't like marshmallow, so I had whipped cream. And they're not allowed to tell anyone what jigger nuts are, but it tastes like bittersweet chocolate and nuts blended together, with perhaps a slight hint of coffee or espresso bean. And Nicky, my drummer, had a Jigger, too. And the cute adorable little jailbait girl who was making the jigger had just started working there today, and it was her FIRST Jigger. So Nicky popped her Jigger cherry, so to speak. I got her second Jigger. Sloppy seconds, I guess that's the best I can do.
And Nicky and I got a gig too. We're playing at the Allen Theater and Coffeehouse on Monday in Annville, PA. I got an hour set. Woo hoo!
See ya soon!
PS: I do believe Jessica and Maria have a little Jessica birthday ice cream to blog about???? Happy belated birthday to Jessica. She turned 18 yesterday!
Monday, July 07, 2003
More Info than you ever wanted to know about Ice Cream...
Ice Cream, popular frozen food made of milk, cream, sugar, and flavoring. Ice cream probably originated in China around 2000 bc. It was first made in Italy in the 17th century and appeared in the United States in the early 18th century. The U.S. ice-cream manufacturing industry began in 1851.
Early production methods consisted of placing the ingredients in a metal container, surrounded by a freezing mixture of ice and coarse salt, and mixing them until smooth
. In modern plants the basic ingredients, plus gelatin, used as a stabilizer to give the product a smooth consistency, are poured into a tank, where they are mixed and pasteurized. The mixture is then homogenized to break up particles of butterfat, cooled, piped to a freezing tank, and beaten until smooth; at this stage nuts or fruits are sometimes added. The ice cream emerges from the freezing tank partially frozen and is packed into containers that are stored in a refrigerated room until hard.
Several forms of ice cream are made. French ice cream is ice cream enriched with egg yolks; parfait and mousse are ice-cream preparations that have not been beaten during the freezing process; biscuit tortoni is a rich ice cream sprinkled with powdered almonds or macaroons; and spumoni is a mousselike ice cream to which fruits and nuts have been added. Soft ice cream, made of the same ingredients as ordinary ice cream, is sold as it comes from the freezer before hardening. Ice milk, made from milk with four percent butterfat, is also sold before hardening. Frozen custard—soft ice cream with eggs added—is cooked to a custard before freezing.
Ice Cream, popular frozen food made of milk, cream, sugar, and flavoring. Ice cream probably originated in China around 2000 bc. It was first made in Italy in the 17th century and appeared in the United States in the early 18th century. The U.S. ice-cream manufacturing industry began in 1851.
Early production methods consisted of placing the ingredients in a metal container, surrounded by a freezing mixture of ice and coarse salt, and mixing them until smooth
. In modern plants the basic ingredients, plus gelatin, used as a stabilizer to give the product a smooth consistency, are poured into a tank, where they are mixed and pasteurized. The mixture is then homogenized to break up particles of butterfat, cooled, piped to a freezing tank, and beaten until smooth; at this stage nuts or fruits are sometimes added. The ice cream emerges from the freezing tank partially frozen and is packed into containers that are stored in a refrigerated room until hard.
Several forms of ice cream are made. French ice cream is ice cream enriched with egg yolks; parfait and mousse are ice-cream preparations that have not been beaten during the freezing process; biscuit tortoni is a rich ice cream sprinkled with powdered almonds or macaroons; and spumoni is a mousselike ice cream to which fruits and nuts have been added. Soft ice cream, made of the same ingredients as ordinary ice cream, is sold as it comes from the freezer before hardening. Ice milk, made from milk with four percent butterfat, is also sold before hardening. Frozen custard—soft ice cream with eggs added—is cooked to a custard before freezing.
Sunday, July 06, 2003
I did it.
Bad girl. I wasn't gonna have Abbott's but I had to. And then I was just gonna have a little ol' innocent small cone. But instead I had a BROWNIE HOT FUDGE SUNDAE WITH ALMONDS AND WHIPPED CREAM, LARGE!
Good lord.
Listen, I'm on the road all July, so please, y'all go have some ice cream with each other. It's July, for god's sake. Have a scoop in my honor! Bye!
Bad girl. I wasn't gonna have Abbott's but I had to. And then I was just gonna have a little ol' innocent small cone. But instead I had a BROWNIE HOT FUDGE SUNDAE WITH ALMONDS AND WHIPPED CREAM, LARGE!
Good lord.
Listen, I'm on the road all July, so please, y'all go have some ice cream with each other. It's July, for god's sake. Have a scoop in my honor! Bye!
Friday, July 04, 2003
While you all are out watching the fireworks I thought I would blog about my latest ice cream jaunt. Wednesday night I was watching "Dancing at the Blue Iguana" or some shit, waiting for my Red Baron Deep Dish pizza to cook when the phone rang. Normally I don't answer anything that doesn't give me info on my caller ID but for some reason I did and it was Maria! She asked what I was doing and I said I was going to be eating dinner around 7:17. So she said, wanna get dessert afterwards? And of course I said, um, yeah! And so we made plans to meet at Maria's favorite Friendly's at 8:15.
We get to Friendly's and while we are waiting for a table Maria is telling me which waitress got a hair cut and which one dyed her hair. Which I found slightly disturbing. But I got over it and we stopped gabbing long enough to order. Maria refused to tell me what she was going to get and made me order first so that I wouldn't copy her (I have no idea why she would have though I would!). She got a Caramel Fudge Blast and I got a Swiss Almond something or other. Neither of us could finish them. But Maria was able to tie her cherry stem in a knot while I couldn't (my tongue is way out of practice... anyone want to help me get back up to par? :) ). We continued gabbing for a while and then felt bad about taking up the table so we went outside. We chatted for a while longer by my car and Maria helped me put LZ stickers on my rear window. I only had one sticker and I couldn't figure out where to put it because I like symmetry, so Maria gave me one she had in her car. We talked about the Pride Picnic coming up (anyone going?) and 'Annie' and friends we miss, among other things. Then we wrapped it up and went home. This bitch has to get up early. So thank you, Maria, for inviting me out. I'm always up for going out if you are bored and want some company and nobody that you like is around. That goes for all of y'all. Happy Fourth.
We get to Friendly's and while we are waiting for a table Maria is telling me which waitress got a hair cut and which one dyed her hair. Which I found slightly disturbing. But I got over it and we stopped gabbing long enough to order. Maria refused to tell me what she was going to get and made me order first so that I wouldn't copy her (I have no idea why she would have though I would!). She got a Caramel Fudge Blast and I got a Swiss Almond something or other. Neither of us could finish them. But Maria was able to tie her cherry stem in a knot while I couldn't (my tongue is way out of practice... anyone want to help me get back up to par? :) ). We continued gabbing for a while and then felt bad about taking up the table so we went outside. We chatted for a while longer by my car and Maria helped me put LZ stickers on my rear window. I only had one sticker and I couldn't figure out where to put it because I like symmetry, so Maria gave me one she had in her car. We talked about the Pride Picnic coming up (anyone going?) and 'Annie' and friends we miss, among other things. Then we wrapped it up and went home. This bitch has to get up early. So thank you, Maria, for inviting me out. I'm always up for going out if you are bored and want some company and nobody that you like is around. That goes for all of y'all. Happy Fourth.
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