Whoever said clean eating is its own reward isn’t exactly a liar but ice cream is a much better reward. And not that fake shit with almond milk or coconut milk or soy or whatever the fuck else. Yeah, we tried some of that and it’s not horrible but it’s not even close to the real thing.
REAL ice cream is the reward for clean eating around here.
There’s a Bruesters right around the corner and we couldn’t help ourselves. Bae had his heart set on a banana split with every snoody ice cream substitution you can imagine. I had my eyes and mouth on the real prize – a brownie sundae. Besides last weekend’s mini cheat, we haven’t had any real cheat eating on deck and it’s damn sure about time for some (in moderation). Looks like we both got what we wanted.
We hit Bruesters in full force like the Deadly Viper Assassination Squad showing up at Beatrix Kiddo’s wedding. Immediately, all conversation ceased while we both scanned the ice cream flavors to start drafting our custom ice cream creations. By the time we got to the window to order, we (read: I) was jittery with excitement. Would that first bite be magical? Would it taste too sweet for my clean palate? Would I have a sugar crash?
Yeah, only one of those things happened – the brownie, fudge, ice cream, whipped cream combination tasted like absolute Heaven! The first spoonful and every one thereafter. Strategically, we ate some there (aww look at us on an ice cream date!) and took the rest home to save for later. I’m going to enjoy this shit cold tomorrow.