A moment of honesty here, OK? It's the holidays so we're being forgiving and all that, right? I never really liked Blue Bell Ice Cream. I always thought of it as the old man of ice cream, sort of boring and uninventive. I like Ben & Jerry's - blinged-out, glitzy, suffocating, intoxicating, a hot mess of everything that was right (and wrong) in the world.
But, this summer, I (or Blue Bell) crossed a threshold. It started with Key Lime Pie Ice Cream, a dessert that happens to be an all-time favorite. I bought a half-gallon out of obligation (to myself, nostalgia, this blog, the world) and remember the first bite standing in my kitchen. It was amazing. I quickly restricted the kids from eating it (they have their own stuff) and for the entirety of its short life, it was like a siren call from the bottom of my freezer. Mostly I imbibed in just a few spoonfuls at a time. The dialogue in my head was something like: 'I've had such a long day, I deserve this.' When it was gone, emotions were a mix of relief and emptiness.