As Robin pointed out the other day when she acquired a paper shredder and started to feel that special tingling something called a crush--it's the small things. Take your crushes where you can get them, your flirtations as they arise here and there, the little loves of everyday life, because the Big Love is hard to find. And who knows if you'll ever find it?
I know. Because I found it. Dark, intense, cool, craaaaaaaazy good, oh--and best of all--in my freezer. No sexual blackmail ever required to get together. It alleges to be chocolate ice cream with kinda crunchy chocolate cookies in there & swirls of this super-intense deelish chocolate pudding ice cream stuff happening, which is clearly the bittersweetly fudgy secret to its unsettling appeal. There's a musky richness to the pudding and cookie bits that cuts the sweetness of the just-regular chocolate ice cream, so that phrases like Paragon of Things Chocolate, and Platonic Ideal, come to mind.
But, whatever, what it is, is perfect. Toss all that old-school Haagen Dazs crap (I ahte the industrial faux-chunks in chooclate choclate chip), that allegedly high-end Ciao Bella stuff with way too much buuter-fat to even taste the flavors, not to mention the Laboratorio del Gelato ice cream which costs about $10 for a nano-fraction of a pint. Bye bye to all that.
Mrs. Renée Chocolate Therapy...I wonder what our children will look like?