06.21.01
Today is summer.
And in summer's honor, I will reveal a little not-so-very-secret: I have a soft-serve dependency issue.
Twist cones.
Sundaes.
Shakes.
Floats
Parfaits.
Splits.
A'la mode.
If it is soft-serve based and preferably covered in something viscous, rich, and sweetly flavored, even better covered in nuts, I am head over fucking heels for the contents of that cup.
So don't drive past DQ, you might say, but a greater problem is at hand.
Our ghost town of a downtown mall is slowly turning into a restaurant haven. The old Garden Botanika is going to be the new T. Spoons. Diamond Dave's is moving to our end of the mall, and doubling in size. A Chinese joint and a Barbeque place are coming soon, and all of these three will feature outside entrances.
But most perilous and horrific of all is the presence of the Doggone Good Ice Cream stand next to the Cookies 'N More. I have a difficult enough time not buying a muffin or scone or delicious chocolate white chocolate chunk cookie everytime I go down to get an iced tea or lemonade, but now I am forced to walk past an evil purveyor of 5 kinds of soft serve and toppings galore. A large sign out front proclaims whatever the special of the day happens to be, and it is always something I desperately need to eat, be it a banana split, a root beer float, or a turtle parfait.
I swear to God, if a Culvers and a Krispy Kreme were within a reasonable distance of my house (and Cedar Rapids doesn't really count), I would weigh at least 300 pounds.
I suppose that's something to be thankful for, although Doggone Good isn't helping my waistline all that much.
