I Scream, You Scream, Ice Cream

At least there's one sign that there will officially be no more winter. I have started being addicted to ice cream again. It's weird how even though I will eat ice cream in the winter (I am tough; I am from North Dakota and -40 degrees below keeps... oh nevermind.), I really have no desire at all to eat ice cream. So now that it's well, slightly resembling spring outside I am once again loving ice cream. I love ice cream a lot.

Is it weird that I kind of consider Maple Nut to be an old person's ice cream? Just like 5th Avenue candy bars are only eaten by old men. When I worked at the grocery store (for like two weeks before I went to Southside), the butcher would always buy a 5th Avenue. So did another old man. But old men were the only ones who ever bought a 5th Avenue. I was tempted several times to try one, but I always was so focused on getting out of there at the end of my shift, so I never remembered. If those old men were to eat ice cream with their 5th Avenue candy bar, it probably would have been maple nut. I'd ask an old person, but they might be offended. I really don't stereotype or anything. I am not my grandma, I like the color yellow.

Actually it makes me a little sad that more people don't even have the time to really just sit down and enjoy some ice cream very often. So, if you ever want to take a break, I will (maybe, we'll see) treat you to some ice cream and you can just enjoy a break from the world.

I had my last guitar lesson tonight. It's a little sad. It's more sad because I don't really know if my guitar teacher is going to be coming back for the fall semester.

Believe it or not, beet soup isn't as gross as you think. (Why, yes, we did have a little Mission Fair thing at our church last night.) And of course, I had the best kuchen ever. And yes, I am from North Dakota and I am German, so I grew up eating kuchen.