Last week, while trying to track down Ben & Jerry's Americone Dream again (it's become a bit hard to find), I stumbled on something even better.
4, yes, FOUR different Ben & Jerry ice creams in 3.6 ounce cartons at a Shop Rite, priced at $1.25 each, or 4/$5.
They were Vanilla, Chocolate Fudge Brownie, Cherry Garcia, and Cookie Dough. Cherry Garcia was the most interesting, followed by Cookie Dough. Cherry Garcia alone convinced me to buy the other three.
The reason that I used past tense is because this entry was going to be devoted to in-depth reviews and picture goodness of all four flavors. I had never had any of the four before (well, yes, I've had Vanilla...but not Ben & Jerry's Vanilla).
Until tonight. I had just gotten home from work when I noticed one of the ice creams missing! It turns out it was in the trash.
It seemed that my dad had eaten one of them thinking my mom bought it. Guess which flavor it was?
Cherry. Fucking. Garcia!!!!
Fuck you, Dad. Fuck you for ruining what was going to be a great blog that these fine readers were going to read for like 5 minutes and then move on to the "Stuff White People Like" blog.
And now they're not going to get it.
LEAVE CHERRY GARCIA ALONE! Just leave it alone!!!