Dilly bars and the downward spiral
I have decided to lay off the ice cream for a while. A, because I eat it nonstop. And 2, because dairy = mucus = allergies/asthma.
So far I have had no problem abstaining. I look in the freezer and see the containers of ice cream which seem to by my father’s only source of sustenance (but that is another rant), and I don’t really feel compelled to eat any. The problem is, this does not apply to mint ice cream. I’m not talking about mint ice cream with chocolate chips in it. Eww. I like not having to chew my ice cream. Texture-wise it is generally unappealing unless it is c “half baked” from Ben & Jerry.
No, my addiction lies in the insidiously cute single wrapped, chocolate dipped mint Dilly Bars from Dairy Queen.
You would think that a single wrapped item would be easier to limit yourself on. But you would be wrong in this case. Mint Dilly Bars are the devil. So good due to being mint soft serve on a stick and having the added bonus of being able to easily pick away (and eat in one easy go) all the chocolate. *drools*
I know I had more to say, but my brain is broken on a loop of Dilly Bar induced delusions. Sadly, but freezer is empty of this wonderful dessert. And all I have to tide me over are some Skinny Cow mint ice cream bars. It’s just not the same.
Oh Dilly Bar… How I pine for you….
*le sigh*
