Thursday, June 07, 2007

the stuff cravings are made of

I made Mr. December go for a walk with me... and we ended up - surprise, surprise - in front of our local gourmet ice cream store. What's a gal to do?

I'd been nauseated all evening and nothing really tasted right... and then I met my destiny. Strawberry ice cream, home made. It tasted as perfect as anything ever could. From the moment I first laid tongue on it, it seemed so right.

I'm stupidly shortsighted, though. I only got one scoop. But oh, that feeling of perfect ecstasy...

3 comments:

twirl said...

so glad you found something wonderful!

Ariah said...

well now I know what I'm having for breakfast!

Aurelia said...

Mmmmmmm sounds yummy! I miss ice cream...