Happy Work it out Wednesday!!
Did you ever do something when you were younger
or possibly not so young
that you are still working out?
Before you read my Confession and JUDGE me,
read this quote, which, in my opinion,
sums us ALL up “practically perfectly.”
Remember my blog a few months ago?
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Today you are You, that is truer than true. There is no one alive who is Youer than You.
– Dr. Seuss
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I used to get grounded for digging
“Mowah Tunnels” in our family Ice Cream Cartons.
I was a sucker for
Tin Roof Sundae
or
Goo Goo Cluster
I even taught myself how to make
Homemade Oreo Cookie Ice Cream,
so I could lay claim to digging for “gold” –
all the “treasure’s” that lay hidden or not so hidden
in the swirly creaminess of vanilla.
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I LOVED and still do LOVE a challenge.
Practically ANY challenge, especially when it
comes to FOOD!!!
But even back then, high school, that is,
I learned to get creative in covering my tracks,
or the “Mowah Tunnels.”
After a few too many times of getting grounded,
I learned to find a way to have my ice cream and eat it, too!
(NEW MOTTO, of course is
Have my morsels and eat them, too)
I would wait til everyone went to bed and
I’d plan my attack.
My pug, as my loyal accomplice, hoping for a scoop
or nibble, right by my side, keeping her ears alert
as if she would warn me if footsteps were approaching,
though they never did.
HA!
Score for Mo!
Each night, I took the carton of Creamy Heaven
out of the freezer and grabbed a spoon (more like SHOVEL),
no bowl and dug for gold.
Not unlike the 49er’s in my same hometown
dug for their gold, I reasoned, to justify my crime.
I created the most zig zaggy
( I know-NOT a word!
Humor me, or GOOD HUMOR me! Sorry)
patterns & tunnels to get to the good stuff..
the chocolate covered peanuts/almonds, caramel,
cookies, cookie dough..didn’t matter..
it was the mission-
the challenge… the point!
Unlike many times before, I learned to COVER my tracks.
Once I had accomplished my mission- fulfilled
my need for treasure hunting & satisfying my overly
active sweet tooth or teeth,
I’d place the carton in the microwave
just long enough to melt down the evidence
of the “Mowah Tunnels” and flatten it out
with a spoon or knife.
After washing my spoon/knife and
putting it back in its drawer,
I’d carefully put the perfectly smooth ice cream carton
back in the freezer.
No harm. No foul, as they say in the game of sports.
This had become mine.
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And I NEVER got caught, until one night,
there was only a thin line, a perfect thin line
of ice cream left in the carton, like a sheet of ice-no cream.
My jig was up and I was forced, more like PUNISHED
to eat ice cream like the rest of my family did
OR, option #2
“If you don’t like it, you can buy your own Vanilla Ice Cream and toppings.”
My response,
“But that’s no fun? Takes the whole
challenge of digging away.”
“It’s your choice.”
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You can imagine how ECSTATIC I was when I went away to college
only to find pints of Ben & Jerry’s Cookie Dough Ice Cream
in our Campus Store!
hee hee…
I have the right to remain silent! 🙂
Hmmm…are you sure your friend from Caleb Avenue wasn’t a co-conspirator?
Thanks, Karen!
🙂
Ice cream calls to my sister, but not me…it’s all chocolate for me and I’ve had to cover my tracks more than a few times (tip: always check if you have chocolate on your face)
Loved the Seuss quote!
what – no recipe??? i thought for sure you’d have some amazing ice cream recipe today!!!! meanwhile, my mouth is watering. gotta go eat!!!
Hee hee, Amy!
I’ve posted Non Dairy Ice “Cream” recipes….
Green Ice Cream
Banana Ice Cream
Tropical..
I’ll email you the links again… 🙂