Medium Blizzard, Just Pecans, Leave It Chunky
It is one of life's cruelest realities that ice cream is not good for you. Not even if you don't normally eat milk products and you use ice cream as a calcium substitute. Not even if the nuts you add to the ice cream have some (tiny) health benefits.
Nope; ice cream is just plain not good for you.
But I crave it every day!
We used to live in another city that had a Dairy Queen on our driving route to and from work. In summer it was the hardest thing to pass that DQ by (every blessed day!) and not force Sean to stop the car and buy us ice cream. I often did just that: made Sean pull into the impossibly small and often over-crowded Dairy Queen parking lot and order a pair of Blizzards for us.
He would often protest but I knew he was as weak as I was. I was like that friend who just couldn't kick heroin and always wanted a buddy to get high with. Sean was the junkie who kept wanting to kick but couldn't resist the allure of the high whenever I dangled the goods in front of him. Yes, we were like a sticky, nutty, sweet version of Trainspotting.
And heroin is an apt metaphor for an out-of-control ice cream habit, dontcha think? I mean, both are addictions that are dangerous when indulged regularly, but just once in a blue moon, neither is particularly harmful (all things being equal). And, similarly, the high from heroin is said to be difficult to repeat - not that I know from personal experience. But a lot of drugs are like that: regular repeated use diminishes the quality of the high (or diminishes the therapeutic effect), leading the user to take the drug more often and in higher doses trying to re-capturing the illusive euphoria of the first high.
Ice cream, when eaten every day, makes you just want to puke after a while. But, if you only eat it once every few weeks or months, it is like the nectar of the gods!
And I crave that nectar. I think about it every day. I wonder if a trip to Dairy Queen is within our budget. I fight the urge to demand we immediately drive to the nearest Dairy Queen. I'm constantly evaluating our life events to see if there are any appropriate happenings that might warrant a celebration that include the creamy deliciousness of a Blizzard.
You know, like learning I hadn't gained any weight in a month of pregnancy, giving birth , giving birth at home, no less! Or maybe important life events like: I actually did all the dishes AND made dinner for my family! That deserves ice cream! Ho about "I've been nursing virtually non-stop for weeks and I need some damned ice cream right freaking now!"
The Blizzard is also my emotional crutch. When I've had a particularly stressful time, I self soothe with ice cream. When Sean is about to go out of town for a few days or a week, leaving me a single parent for longer than I really should be left on my own (because I am an emotional cripple and a big baby and I need help , darn it!), I believe a trip to the DQ is warranted.
At our house, Dairy Queen Blizzards are known as "Mommy's Treat". I just have to say we're going to get "Mommy's Treat" and Kieran immediately knows where we are going and what we are getting. sad eh?
The good news is: I don't smoke anymore. I hardly ever drink alcohol. I have to have some sort of indulgence somewhere in my life, don't I? Don't I get one (or a half dozen? Like Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, Skor bars, knitting and just about any flavour of soda pop - though we've recently switched to diet, to the great relief of my arse, my heart, my ankles and hips...)?
Hmmmm. I wonder if I could get away with asking for ice cream tonight?
Nope; ice cream is just plain not good for you.
But I crave it every day!
We used to live in another city that had a Dairy Queen on our driving route to and from work. In summer it was the hardest thing to pass that DQ by (every blessed day!) and not force Sean to stop the car and buy us ice cream. I often did just that: made Sean pull into the impossibly small and often over-crowded Dairy Queen parking lot and order a pair of Blizzards for us.
He would often protest but I knew he was as weak as I was. I was like that friend who just couldn't kick heroin and always wanted a buddy to get high with. Sean was the junkie who kept wanting to kick but couldn't resist the allure of the high whenever I dangled the goods in front of him. Yes, we were like a sticky, nutty, sweet version of Trainspotting.
And heroin is an apt metaphor for an out-of-control ice cream habit, dontcha think? I mean, both are addictions that are dangerous when indulged regularly, but just once in a blue moon, neither is particularly harmful (all things being equal). And, similarly, the high from heroin is said to be difficult to repeat - not that I know from personal experience. But a lot of drugs are like that: regular repeated use diminishes the quality of the high (or diminishes the therapeutic effect), leading the user to take the drug more often and in higher doses trying to re-capturing the illusive euphoria of the first high.
Ice cream, when eaten every day, makes you just want to puke after a while. But, if you only eat it once every few weeks or months, it is like the nectar of the gods!
And I crave that nectar. I think about it every day. I wonder if a trip to Dairy Queen is within our budget. I fight the urge to demand we immediately drive to the nearest Dairy Queen. I'm constantly evaluating our life events to see if there are any appropriate happenings that might warrant a celebration that include the creamy deliciousness of a Blizzard.
You know, like learning I hadn't gained any weight in a month of pregnancy, giving birth , giving birth at home, no less! Or maybe important life events like: I actually did all the dishes AND made dinner for my family! That deserves ice cream! Ho about "I've been nursing virtually non-stop for weeks and I need some damned ice cream right freaking now!"
The Blizzard is also my emotional crutch. When I've had a particularly stressful time, I self soothe with ice cream. When Sean is about to go out of town for a few days or a week, leaving me a single parent for longer than I really should be left on my own (because I am an emotional cripple and a big baby and I need help , darn it!), I believe a trip to the DQ is warranted.
At our house, Dairy Queen Blizzards are known as "Mommy's Treat". I just have to say we're going to get "Mommy's Treat" and Kieran immediately knows where we are going and what we are getting. sad eh?
The good news is: I don't smoke anymore. I hardly ever drink alcohol. I have to have some sort of indulgence somewhere in my life, don't I? Don't I get one (or a half dozen? Like Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, Skor bars, knitting and just about any flavour of soda pop - though we've recently switched to diet, to the great relief of my arse, my heart, my ankles and hips...)?
Hmmmm. I wonder if I could get away with asking for ice cream tonight?
posted by mamaloo at 11:02 AM
10 Comments:
Congrats on the new addition to your family!
I've never been much of a DQ fan but I knew we were in trouble last year when we moved to a town with a Coldstone Creamery!
we've got a dairy queen in walking distance. for me, it's the epitome of smalltown-living. but i've only been there once in the year we've been in the neighborhood. :-( they don't do good banana splits (least not the kind i like) so i tend to pass them by. but a blizzard sounds like a yummy treat. maybe i'll try it. :-)
Oh, this is a topic near and dear to my heart. I was literally eating ice cream every night for several months straight. EVERY. NIGHT. Same kind too, NY Super Fudge Chunk Ben & Jerry's and never once got sick of it. I started thinking that no ass can keep up with that so I cut back. But I just bought 3 pints and I'm on my way to the kitchen right now.
The only thing better than ice cream is ice cream dunked in a tall pint of root beer.
I looooove Blizzards too. I ate a few (hundrend) while pregnant too. Like you said, I don't drink, I don't smoke anymore. But I sure get my ice cream on. Have a blizzard or two tonight, you totally deserve it!
crimson wife - Thanks! We like him a lot. I think we're keeping him! Haha!
bliss - Another roll I play: the junkie who gets other people hooked. Hmmm, I should start dealing. Anyone got 100 Grand for me to open up a DQ franchise?
mama c-ta - I did have one! And I DID totally deserve it! I earned it by nursing nearly non-stop and putting up with the constant green poops - and I know you know what that's like and know that it ain't fun.
It's midnight and I've been arguing with myself over ice cream. I lost (or won).
Thanks.
You can just call me the pusher!
My personal addiction is the french mint at Laura Secord. Just thinking about it makes me sob.
And diet pop does NOTHING. I have lost ZERO pounds since cutting down to it months ago, and they're now saying that it may HINDER weight loss and other stuff.
Bastards.
I used to have an addiction to Canadian Mint chocolate bars when I was in Uni. The vending machine near the art department, where I worked, had them and I used to eat one every day. Yummmmmmmm.
That really sucks about the diet pop. I wonder why it would hinder weight loss? I actually think that it could really benefit weight loss for those who are ready to make changes in their diet. The diet pop is sooooooo sweet, I often feel deeply guilty drinking it. Even though it doesn't have (m)any calories, it feels as if I'm drinking pure sugar (which the full calorie version technically is). It makes me think that I should give it up in favour of way more water.
Do you have any links Thor? I'd be interested in reading more about the diet pop thing.
U sure do deserve a Blizzard after all U are doing and working toward! Get one!---Shel
Well, when Shelley, AKA my favourite Lactation Consultant, says I deserve a blizzard, by golly, I really do!
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