How set in my ways have I become? I just saw a news story for pizza-flavored ice cream. And my initial reaction is a very negative “Why?” I can’t imagine pizza ice cream. Evidently they are also making beer-flavored ice cream and corn-on-the-cob flavored ice cream among others.
I love pizza and I like ice cream. I just can’t wrap my imagination around ice cream that tastes like pizza. What happens to the pepperoni and mushrooms? Are they there like little bits of chocolate chips?
If I want to eat corn on the cob, why not eat corn on the cob? And then for dessert, I’d have ice cream. I doubt that I have ever had ice cream after eating pizza at home or at a restaurant.
It must be about trying something new and different, pretending you’re avant-garde. The beer-flavored ice cream might be passable. I have had frozen marguerites and liked them. But I never pretended they were ice cream.
Not too long ago, I was at a candy shoppe. A clerk came up and offered me a taste of chocolate bacon. Having never heard of such a thing, I thought I had heard wrong, so I asked, “What?!”
She said, “It’s chocolate covered bacon. Would you like to try it?”
Having been taken by surprise, I’m sure I looked at her as if she were crazy. And then I shook my head no and said, “What a waste of good chocolate and good bacon.” And I moved on.