I have many more thoughts on Hurricane Ike and its aftermath, but will save those for another day (or perhaps just for my journal) since I am definitely in need of something lighter at the moment.
Before Ike disrupted our normal lives and imprinted the horrors of a natural disaster into our minds, we were as carefree as ever. Last Tuesday, Janae, Reed, Jonas, and I drove out to Brenham, Texas to visit the Blue Bell factory. If/when we leave Texas, I suspect this frozen goodness in a cardboard carton will be the object of my desire. It will likely become the companion to the current hole in my stomach that can only be satiated by a Cafe Rio sweet pork burrito (although the upside is that if I'm desperate/rich enough, Blue Bell ships around the country for a hefty price--$119 for 4 half gallons).
The babes did a great job on the tour, smiling at the fellow ice-cream lovers and saving the fussiness for the end-of-tour sample. I, on the other hand, did not fare so well. There was 18,000 pounds of ice-cream in one of the rooms and the guide had to prevent me from jumping off the observation deck and into one of the monstrous vats.
Patiently waiting. I'd better take advantage of this now before the screams of "I want, I want, I need, I need" supersede rational action in about a year or so.
I tried Snickerdoodle and Banana Pudding. Janae tried Candy Jar and two others (remind me which ones, Janae)
Reed is so stinkin' cute!