I went to a place recently I think is one of the most f**ked up places I've ever been to. I'm convinced this place is the epitome of American excess, of American greed. I'm talking about a place called Cold Stone Creamery. Whoa. If you have not been there, the basic gist of Cold Stone is that they take ice cream and then they just go ape sh*t with it.
Limp Bizkit Ice Cream would taste like the sweetest pair of panties in the world. It would taste like sushi. Sushi or panties.
Now I know that that is just the phenomena of eating this way. Most all of my letters say I hit a plateau and then one morning I woke up and the melt had happened.
It's never too early for ice cream.
Enjoy your ice cream while it's on your plate.
It's still possible to savor the remarkable foods that millennia of human ingenuity have teased from milk. A sip of milk itself or a scoop of ice cream can be a Proustian draft of youth's innocence and energy and possibility, while a morsel of fine cheese is a rich meditation on maturity, the fulfillment of possibility, the way of all flesh.
I don't always have the best eating habits. I like butter and ice cream. There are days when I should work out and I don't. But it's never too late to change old habits.
Never trust a skinny ice cream man.
Henry nodded, thinking, 'If you were any more whipped, little brother, they'd serve you on ice cream.
I should probably confess that ice cream is my favorite food, and I eat it every night. When I go grocery shopping, I try to buy a new flavor, rather than reverting back to a favorite flavor. I'm on a mission to taste every flavor of ice cream out there!
Ice cream was my undoing, and six chocolate milk shakes in a row were nothing to me at one time.
Everything slows down with age, except the time it takes cake and ice cream to reach your hips.
Basically, though, I believe in eating well, not eating too much but eating a variety of foods.
Sometimes if you've got a story that's interesting enough, you don't need to pour sugar on ice cream. The ice cream is great.
Ari smiled. The sun was shining, the weather was great, he was eating ice cream, and all his dreams were about to come true.
You know, or three kinds of ice cream bars and you'd see this and like this. . . okay they could clearly benefit from some more choices and I remember having these discussions with the Japanese because they you know they often like to go to Hawaii for vacation because it was definitely much cheaper for them and I would ask them, "So when you go to Hawaii, you know do eat all these other things?"
Waving the flag at the 1976 Olympics wasn't my idea. It was too much apple pie and ice cream. Not that I don't love my country, but I felt it was my victory up there, I put all the time into it.
Eating rice cakes is like chewing on a foam coffee cup, only less filling.
Um, there's a girl meeting her friend,' he went on. 'Her friend is giving her an ice-cream cone. Oh-it's dripping. Huh. It, uh, dripped on her. . . chest. ' Iggy drew in a hissing breath. It's gonna stain for sure,' the Gasman said. 'That's chocolate. ' Hmm,' Fang said, watching, the girl dab at her chest with a paper napkin.
With no pretensions of art, Viva Las Vegas, the new Elvis Presley vehicle, is about as pleasant and unimportant as a Banana Split.