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As seen at a local ice cream shop.
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If it’s not fried?
How can it be fried…
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These days I’m not sure booze free bliss is possible, but kudos to them for trying,
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Remember I said I’d keep checking on the price increase of my new car? It started at $39,000, rose to $41,000 and now I’m seeing $43,000. So glad we bought it before the tariffs saved America.
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Sh*t just got real people.
Save the planet! For the beer if nothing else…
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I so need that duck!
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After a marvelous seafood lunch and cocktails in Perkins Cove, we reversed direction and walked back.
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Where the views were still amazing.
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Spending time with some of our favorite people always makes me smile.
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The gardens surrounding the resort at the end are lovely.
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And are always worth a few photos.
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Saying goodbye to Ogunquit, we headed up Route 1 for a well deserved ice cream break.
After a bit of searching, we found an amazing little place with an anything but little selection.
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In case you don’t want to count, there are 74 flavors.
And if you can’t decide?
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Why have one when you can have 6…?
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Their bathroom was fun.
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And even though I couldn’t escape the pickles…
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A good time was had by all.
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❤️
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Has anyone tried this recipe?
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I just bought the two ingredients and will report back if it’s truly magical.
Have you ever laughed at your spouse/significant other for being horticulturally challenged? I did the other day when we visited a friend and my husband asked if I had any of these bushy plants in our garden.
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Uh, no… but it is legal here now.
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Remember the photos I posted of that fantastic sunset we had before the recent hurricane? Take note of the giant ice cream cone trash can on the left and read the town’s FB page the day after the storm
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We take our ice cream seriously up here.
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A support pickle?
I just can’t…
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Humor me. As well as everyone else…
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As I’m sitting here after dinner craving dessert, I’m going with the Good Humor truck.
No sound was more iconic to the summers of my childhood. We kept a bowl of change on the kitchen counter in anticipation of those glorious chimes. Doors would slam all over the neighborhood as every kid within hearing distance would run to the corner before it drove away.
My treat of choice?
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Seeing the picture I can almost taste it.
Ice cream on a stick. What’s not to love?
So what sound don’t you hear anymore?
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I’m not a huge ice cream eater and normally don’t have any in the freezer at home, but I do enjoy a nice creamy coffee or mint chocolate chip cone now and then. And while those are my go to flavors I’m always game to try something different. Apple pie? Sure. Passion fruit sherbet? Why not. But there’s a line I’m not willing to cross and the following are on the other side of it.
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I won’t. And you can’t make me.
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Yes. Someone thought it would be a good idea to make eggplant ice cream.
And may I just say…. they were wrong.
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Miller brewing company? Your dishwater beer is bad enough.. what were you thinking?
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Tobacco smoke ice cream? For the love of all that’s holy, no.
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In all the years I lived down south I could never bring myself to enjoy okra. Even deep fried I found it to be a slime filled snot ball.
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But if it can clean up plastic waste? I may have to rethink my aversion.
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That is some seriously vengeful lightning right there. In my head I’m hearing Liam Neeson’s voice. “I will find you”.
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Where has this been all my life?
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And what the Hell Canada! We’re your friendly lobster filled neighbors to the south…. please share.
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Now that is a yacht worth having.
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First I brought you wine for cats. Now?
There’s kitty ice cream.
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I’d ask if this is really necessary and why I couldn’t just let Dudley lick from my bowl…
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But I’m not apt to partake of a frozen dish of sugared mackerel anytime soon.
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Oh, if looks could kill.
Quick, get him some feline wine.
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Finally… a sensible use for the crock pot collecting dust in my closet.
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Is that just me…?
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I believe I’ve found heaven right here on earth… and it seems I’m not the only one.
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Yes, boys and girls…. dreams do come true.
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Alcoholic ice cream. Be still my heart!
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Oh, yes.
Yes please!
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Couldn’t have said it better myself Joe.
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Nutrition facts? Who cares! It’s ice cream made with bourbon. ❤️
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Excellent idea. An adult Good Humour truck ! I’d chase that sucker down the street for sure….
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My mouth is watering already.
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I’m good with that.
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Yikes!!! $28.75 per?
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On second thought… I might just drop a scoop full of Breyers in my Woodfords Reserve and call it good.
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Because we’re still stuck in it and still trying to laugh.
Definitely not a Baskin and Robbins flavor I’m going to embrace.
Well, there wasn’t any Charmin on the grocery store shelf this week…..
I’m game.
While this isn’t necessarily pandemic related, it still holds true.
Who’s with me?
I learned a lesson the other day… the hard way. (If there’s any other way, I’ve yet to find it.)
In April I received a recall notice for Ethel. (Yes, my car’s name is Ethel)
No big deal, it was something about a brake light switch. I stuck the notice in the drawer thinking, yeah…I’ll have to make an appointment at the dealership sometime.
Which means I promptly forgot all about it.
Then two months ago, we were leaving our friend’s place at camp. They have the driveway from Hell… steep and unpaved. We were backing out, hit some loose gravel and bing! bam! boom! all my warning lights started flashing on the dash. ABS, Vehicle Dynamics Control, Hill Assist.
You name it, it was flashing.
I thought, oh hell… we knocked some silly computer module out of whack.
But the car drove perfectly fine and by the time we got home all the lights were out…. so I didn’t give it a second thought. Until this Monday when I went grocery shopping, pulled into the parking lot and shifted into park. Bing! Bam! Boom! all the warning lights flashed again.
Warning lights. What do I know about warning lights?
I mean heck, if they had useful ones….. it would make sense.
But these things were going off for absolutely no reason. Again, my only thought was… stupid computers.
Until I loaded all my groceries in the car, started it and couldn’t shift.
Nada. Nothing. Frozen in park.
Of course it was a hot day…. and of course ice cream was on sale so I’d bought 4 containers. As everything melted into soup, I fiddled and faddled and cursed and finally managed to get it in gear to drive home.
Where it froze in park again.
Moral of the story?
When the manufacturer sends you a recall notice? There’s a reason…. go have it taken care of.
It may just be a brake light switch, and they may assure you “only a small handful of vehicles have had serious issues”….. but if it’s one in three million?
It’s going to be me.
I’m lucky that way.
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