In all its frozen glory.
Bubblegum ice cream is - as you can guess - my absolute FAVORITE flavor, and it is incredibly hard to find. We only know of one place on our end of the city that has it, and it's expensive to get a single serving each time we were over there. So hubby decided to just stock up and save! I eagerly dug in, expecting the trough to run dry very quickly.
Much to my surprise, even so delicious a flavor as bubblegum does eventually get a little old. I had to take a couple weeks-long breaks from the stuff, and I took a much longer break at the beginning of the year when I vowed to eat healthier (I do eat much healthier than before now, but I let myself indulge more often now). But still my scoop kept finding its way back to the basement freezer, and I continued to fill bowls with the cold pink dessert. I chipped away at the tub, a little at a time, until finally...
...I scraped the bottom. Tonight.
Scoop for scale.
It's gone. Every last bite, every last chicle of gum. That's all there is; there ain't no more. It took me the course of a year, but I ate it all. You can even see the scrape lines at the bottom of the tub where I tried to drain every last melty drop of goodness.
It puts the ice cream in the basket...
And now, I have dairy belly. And a nice big smile. And an even bigger calorie surplus. WORTH IT.