This past Sunday (July 19) was National Ice Cream Day. I didn’t even know anything about it until I saw some hashtags on Instagram, i.e., the source of all my news. So I decided to “celebrate” (ahem, I was probably going to go anyway) by blowing my hard-earned dough on a small* at Ample Hills Creamery in Gowanus (where I plan to have my next birthday party).
Sigh, try as I may to order something else, I always get sucked in by any coffee flavor. This week’s selections were the Raw Deal (vanilla ice cream with chocolate flakes and homemade brown-butter chocolate-chip cookie dough) and Coffee Toffee Coffee (Stumptown coffee ice cream with house-made coffee-infused toffee pieces) atop an M&M’s cone whose price I’m too embarrassed to mention.
Because I am a good American, the celebrations continued into Monday…
Say hello to the Monday Sundae, the most sinful of concoctions featuring twist ice cream on a Nutella-lined waffle cone with dulce de leche, sea salt, and whipped cream. A whopping $7.04 yet worth every penny—plus it was Monday yesterday so I really had to order it.
God bless pointless, marketing-based holidays!
* I was once a summer R.A. to some international students, one of whom solemnly informed me during an excursion to Richardson’s Farm in Middleton, Massachusetts, that “a small in America is a large in Japan” before whipping out her camera to document the gargantuan food portions in this nation of ours.