homemade waffle cone

Last Saturday Jack took me for homemade ice-cream … the only ice cream that has ever beaten me in all my life, which warrants it to have its very own blogpost.  I’ve stopped eating sugar almost entirely, so i only have maybe half a pack of peanut butter M&Ms and a iced tea+lemonade on the weekend.  Everything else is pretty much protein, broccoli, eggs, oatmeal and bacon. So this ice cream kicked my butt, but what a beautiful battle it was. A homemade waffle cone the size of my head, around five enormous scoops of farm churned chocolate chip ice cream.

I regret nothing. Find a guy that buys you farm ice cream for breakfast and takes you to pet all the baby sheep and goats before the crowds show up.

He’s so beautiful, and wears my hat better than i do.