Whatever Happened to Thirty-One?

We drove an hour for this. Sure, we made the excuse that we forgot some much needed things that could ONLY be at Target. And yes, Chris did get some running stuff that he wanted at Dick's, because why pay shipping and handling when you can drive an hour into a concrete jungle of store after store and wall to wall traffic? We know, deep down in our hearts, that this is the REAL reason we drove here today. It was just an unspoken venture, only understood by each other.

I am not really a dessert fiend. I never order dessert in a restaurant, it really doesn't appeal to me. Ice cream sundaes are disgusting to me, and I'm really picky about cake. Oh, I like the occasional brownie, but give me chocolate pudding or chocolate mousse and I'll challenge you to an eating contest, but I rarely see those on a menu. One thing Chris and I both have come to cherish, and weep with homesickness about, is Baskin-Robbins icecream. Coldstone just doesn't cut it. If I want someone to play with my icecream, I'll let Greta stir it.

Dairy Queen, yummmm. I remember a friend and I in high school -- the adventuristas that we were -- playing mini-golf and then getting a Dairy Queen. Probably on our off nights when we weren't doing our nails. Nice, huh. Anyways, DQ is good. Really good, but when I want an icecream cone, when deep down inside of me my inner being is craving a cone, DQ doesn't necessarily cut it.

We have several little 'boutique' (touristy) cute little local ice cream shops, fine for the girls, but they serve Hershey ice cream, and all I can say about that is blech. I don't like it. And so, we drive an hour (not regularly mind you, this is probably the first time we have done this with such abandon and purpose) to Baskin-Robbins. And while Chocolate Mousse Royale wasn't on their current list of flavors, and it's not February so I know they weren't serving their Love Potion (raspberry ice cream with choc. ribbon and dark chocolate raspberry filled hearts), it was heavenly and just the fix we all needed.

You're watching a first folks. Here you have it. The first taste of chocolate ice cream. (Well, second as you can see by her mouth.)

You can't see her mouth, which was the purpose of this picture, but it is so wide open it looks like she could swallow my whole head.

I think we created another follower. (I KNOW I said I would never take messy food pictures of my kids, but HOW CUTE IS THIS???? I'll just add it to the list of things I said I would never do. Sounds like a future post....)