To all of my friends and family, I have made a tragic discovery this weekend that will forever change my life and could possibly change any one of yours as well. This is really hard to confess especially when choosing to confess on such an open forum as facebook, but I have to let it out. I need to tell someone or I fear I can't go on.
On Saturday afternoon, Brooke asked me for a bowl of vanilla ...ice cream. She rarely asks for treats and usually prefers fruit or veggies and cheese for a snack so I was a bit surprised at her request. After getting Brooke her ice cream I became distracted by something else, this happens frequently when you are staying at home taking care of your children. I turned my attention to Meadow and left Brooke alone to eat her ice cream. Well, not even three minutes of leaving Brooke alone, it happened. They say that these things can happen in a matter of seconds, seconds that you can never get back.
I had gone back into the kitchen for something and realized that I left the ice cream out. It was very creamy (Bryers Vanilla) and softened from being left out of the freezer. I thought to myself, I sure would like some ice cream but I really do prefer chocolate over vanilla. I turned to my baking cupboard hoping to find some chocolate chips or toffee chips to stir into the ice cream. But the cupboard was sparse and all that I found was a package of instant chocolate pudding dry mix. I started turning the idea over in my mind. Should I dare? What would happen? The results could be so delicious that it could ruin all of the work that I've been doing by eating clean. I have always had a rebellious nature and so I decided to throw caution to the wind and do in my heart what I knew was right.
I scooped out two scoops of the soft, creamy ice cream, opened the package of pudding mix, tipped out an unmeasured amount, probably three heaping tbsp. I stirred and stirred with all of my might. As the two items combined the consistency began to change, I knew my idea was working. There was no turning back now. I had created a treat so delicious that it could not go unshared, and it will never be forgotten. My butt, tummy, and thighs are pissed right off at me but my discovery is so magnificent that I just don't care.
Oh yeah, and Brooke is fine. She just ate her bowl of ice cream, finished her tv show, and took a poop.
