My Guilty Pleasure

Since last night’s blog was a tirade against greeting cards with glitter, I decided to take a more positive view of things tonight and share with you my guilty pleasure.

It is none other than Carvel soft-serve vanilla ice cream.  Creamy, sweet and so perfect every time.

Now some people have told me that vanilla is so boring.  To them I say “It’s not boring.  You’re boring.”

Not really.  What I do say is that they haven’t savored the perfection of Carvel soft-serve vanilla ice cream.  Vanilla is a blank sheet of canvas.  Clean and unspoiled.  Able to be enjoyed for its beauty in its own right.  It is a comfort food in a category of its own.

Any when you’re looking for something a bit more snazzy, vanilla lends itself to so many options. 

A squirt of hot fudge on top?  Suddenly you’ve got a sundae.

Chocolate or multi-colored sprinkles?  Now it’s a party in a cup.

Crumbled Reese’s peanut butter cups?  Simply sublime.

And you don’t need a lot to turn an otherwise so-so day around.  A small cone or cup does wonders for anyone’s disposition.

So the next time you pass a Carvel, I implore you to stop in.  I promise you’ll thank me.

Thanks for reading.

Frosty