Ice cream license: REVOKED

All this talk about ice cream sent me out for more today at lunch time. It was more high-priced fare, none of that custard stuff that my tubing friend suggested, and I was prepared for deliciousness to drip down my chin and stick in my beard. I got to Gifford's and instead of picking a flavor that has served me well for so many years, I was tempted by another. The specialty flavor of the day was Guinness Stout. I can almost see the connections in my brain.

Guinness= good
ice cream= good

Good! Good!

So, I ordered Guinness Stout ice cream. It was cool and creamy and had a beer aftertaste.

What was I thinking? I didn't want a beer aftertaste in my ice cream. It wasn't a Guinness aftertaste either. It was the bottom-of- the-cooler, happy-hour leftover, beer.

It was not the flavor I wanted lingering on my taste buds.

Therefore, I am revoking my own ice cream purchasing license. I am on thirty days probation. I can still eat ice cream, but I cannot choose my own. For the next month ice cream decisions will be left up to more responsible parties. This hurts me more than it hurts you.