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I really like coffee but I rarely drink it. I generally want it with something like half and half for creamer, and if I buy the stuff I'll have one cup and the creamer will go bad before I feel like having another cup. But I hate having stuff go bad. I've tried using the creamer in other recipes, but I end up eating things I'm not in the mood for at that particular time, like pasta with alfredo sauce. So I never buy the creamer and never have coffee. Not a horrible deprivation, but once in a while I'll go out to a restaurant or someone's house and there's coffee and I think "gad it would be great to have this at home.." Then I think through the creamer dilemma and resign myself to getting it when I can.
Then it hit me.
Vanilla ice cream.
Keeps in the freezer for at least as long as it takes me to get through it, and my god. A scoop of that in a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Got your cream, your sugar, woof. I should mention that coffee equates with dessert for me.
So this was pretty exciting, for a while, and then it got even better.
Do you know those crack-cocaine type flavors, like moose tracks, that are basically vanilla with the most decadent little treats mixed in? Little peanut butter cups, and those veins of that soft chocolate/fudge-ish stuff? And that stuff goes great with the ice cream its dispersed in, but true decadence would have a much higher treat-ice cream ratio, and you end up eating too many unexciting spoonfuls of uneventful vanilla? Ice cream should never be unexciting.
So, epiphany number 2.
Get the moose tracks.
When craving frivolous desert, scoop out all the treats and eat them with whatever vanilla gets stuck to them (turns out a pretty perfect ratio.)
This leaves mainly vanilla, which goes in my coffee.
(or conversely, dodge the treats when getting vanilla for coffee, then eat the obscene remains later. However it works out.)
This amount of happiness, coupled with feeling soooooo smart, it's almost overwhelming. This must be what it feels like to be on drugs. I have to remember to buy some decaf.
Then it hit me.
Vanilla ice cream.
Keeps in the freezer for at least as long as it takes me to get through it, and my god. A scoop of that in a cup of freshly brewed coffee. Got your cream, your sugar, woof. I should mention that coffee equates with dessert for me.
So this was pretty exciting, for a while, and then it got even better.
Do you know those crack-cocaine type flavors, like moose tracks, that are basically vanilla with the most decadent little treats mixed in? Little peanut butter cups, and those veins of that soft chocolate/fudge-ish stuff? And that stuff goes great with the ice cream its dispersed in, but true decadence would have a much higher treat-ice cream ratio, and you end up eating too many unexciting spoonfuls of uneventful vanilla? Ice cream should never be unexciting.
So, epiphany number 2.
Get the moose tracks.
When craving frivolous desert, scoop out all the treats and eat them with whatever vanilla gets stuck to them (turns out a pretty perfect ratio.)
This leaves mainly vanilla, which goes in my coffee.
(or conversely, dodge the treats when getting vanilla for coffee, then eat the obscene remains later. However it works out.)
This amount of happiness, coupled with feeling soooooo smart, it's almost overwhelming. This must be what it feels like to be on drugs. I have to remember to buy some decaf.
