In high school, my sophmore year English teacher was a hoot. Affectionately named "Sully", he would pounce on the seats of empty desks, screeching literary references while his weighty warden-worthy keychain jingled endlessly on his belt loop. Once, he claimed to have not eaten ice cream in years. He said he had done so as he feared losing control...one bowl would lead to another, which would lead to an entire quart. At fifteen, I thought this theory was crazy.
But, now I see the wisdom in that statement.
Ice cream, in all forms, is my crack. This weekend I bought a box of fat free ice cream sandwiches, and I swear to you, they call to me. Night and day. Um, literally. One night, I woke up at 2am to eat one. Hence the reason I've had to hang the reminder on my freezer.
So, I've decided to replace ice cream with frosty raspberries in the prettiest bowls I can muster. Thankfully, last week my sis gifted me the sweetest set of mistmatched floral bowls. Talk about perfect timing. :)