Once, I my friends and I decided (as we do) that it would be a great idea to take on our local creamery’s famous ice cream challenge.
15 minutes, one sundae. Doesn’t sound that bad, right?
Wrong. Three pounds of ice cream and a quarter-hour later found each of us sunken into a comatose stupor–something between sugary crash-and-burn and uncontrollable (but lackadaisical) giddiness. I vaguely recall laughing a lot about cherry stems, but that’s about it.
Of the twelve of us there, I was third to finish. Weirdly, as I looked around at my struggling companions, I had the strangest … Read more
