On a shopping trip this morning, I wandered into the freezer section to snag a carton of orange sherbet. As I made my way down the aisle I made the dreaded mistake of looking into the other freezer windows. Uh oh. Now, I should know by now to keep my eyes straight ahead until I am at my destination. Just making eye contact with some foods allows them to magically launch themselves into your cart, even without your consent. Don't lie, I'm sure it's happened to you. Sure, when your husband or kids are shopping with you, you can blame them for putting things in the cart when you aren't looking. But my husband rarely grocery shops with me. And we don't have any kids. So what other explanation can there be? Magic, I tell you. Dark magic! The kind that lumps all that fluffy stuff on your hips, thighs, and waistlines. (I'm going to jump on the "nothing is my fault, blame somebody else" bandwagon for this one, folks.)
The duo I am referring to is of course Ben & Jerry's. (Were you expecting someone else?) They have created a Boston Cream Pie ice cream flavor! "Boston Cream Pie Ice Cream with Yellow Cake Pieces, Fudge Flakes & Swirls of Pastry Cream" It was impossible to resist, though I did try. No, really! I looked away several times before I even opened the freezer door. I even tried to push my cart down the aisle to escape the clutches of the nefarious Emperors of Ice Cream. But alas, 'twas not to be. I was rooted to the spot, though I'm sure my cart at least jiggled some when I tried to run away. Not since the awesomeness of Pumpkin Cheesecake have I been so drawn to a new ice cream flavor. I was trapped in the Ben & Jerry's tractor beam with no hope for escape.
I tried to talk myself out of it. "$2.98 for a tiny pint of ice cream?", I asked myself. "You are unemployed you know." "Do you really need that and orange sherbet?" But it was too late. My tastebuds were already jumping for joy in anticipation of trying this yummy new treat. I'm just surprised that I didn't fall on the carton in a feeding frenzy before making it out of the parking lot. (I didn't have a spoon.) Not only did I make it all the way home, but it was several hours later before I even tasted it. That's right. You may now pat me on the back to congratulate me on my willpower.
You can see all the bits of delicious-osity in this picture, although it still doesn't do it justice. The ice cream may look vanilla, but it is definitely not! The ice cream tastes just like Boston cream pie! And then you get to enjoy the bits of yellow cake, the small chunks of chocolate, and the smooth pastry cream swirl. YUM! To be honest, there is a distinct possibility that this ice cream tastes even better than real Boston cream pie. Although it might benefit from just a tiny bit more chocolate. Because - hello, chocolate! But I'll have to reserve judgment on that until I get farther into the carton. It may have a lot more chocolate near the middle and bottom of the container than was on top.
Oh yeah. My carton of Ben & Jerry's Boston Cream Pie ice cream has a message to send out. "Suck it, Yoplait Boston Cream Pie flavor!"