Ice Cream

Rochester seems to be the soft ice cream capital of the world. Drew was all achatter about visiting Lugia's even before we arrived. It was one of the first places we went and was better than I remembered. You get practically an entire pint in your small cone, and I remembered that you have to ask for a dish because the ice cream won't stay on the cone.

Then we discovered Byrne dairy - their cones, while smaller (but not by much) are smooth and creamy. We have already visited there twice (blush). Then there are multiple Abbotts Custard stands, which so far I have been able to resist - especially high calorie and rich. And I haven't even begun to list the numerous ice cream parlors in the malls like Friendly's and Baskin Robbins. Not to mention the irresistible sales in the grocery stores - 2 half gallons for $5, and $1.99 a half gallon, and even less. The boys have ice cream sale radar!

If the hot weather keeps up and Drew keeps finding new reasons to convince me to stop ( but Mom, dairy is necessary for calcium and I need strong bones to play soccer), I will add on more pounds than I want to think about. I remember when I visited my Gram in the summer, she always had fudgsicles and creamsicles in her freezer, and every night after we came in from 'settin' in the yard' we would have a small dish of ice cream. Such fond memories of good times. These are indeed good times, not thinking about bad things, looking forward with such happiness to a normal fall semester. Perhaps I can deal with a few extra pounds this summer. After all, I am walking at least a mile a day and trying to swim twice a week. So maybe the two will cancel each other out (can you tell I am grasping at straws here?).

Well, I have to go. There's a carton of chocolate marshmallow ice cream in the freezer calling my name . . .