My hubs went to Kings Island recently one day when he was off work. What was my first reaction? And I mean STRONG reaction???
“YOU BETTER EAT SOME OF THAT BLUE ICE CREAM FOR ME!!!”
Anyone who has been to Kings Island surely knows about the blue ice cream. It used to be near the Smurf’s in Hanna-Barbera land. You can get this delicious blue soft serve in a cup or cone, and with or without sprinkles. You could even get it swirled with vanilla ice cream. My standard in my ice-cream-eating days was blue ice cream in a cone with sprinkles. Brings back memories of the Beast and that whirly-do thing that was next to the Racers that would start spinning on the ground, then start spinning you upside down. Don’t think they have it anymore.
Anyway, I never knew the actual flavor of the blue ice cream, but I knew it was delicious and refreshing on a hot summer day full of drops and dizziness. Ever since hubs said he was going to go, all I could think about was the damn blue ice cream.
When he went, he was a good hubs and sought out the blue stuff, but he got it without sprinkles, which is just plain wrong. He didn’t get the allure, so I have now certified him crazy.
Could blue ice cream be another reason I’m fat? Not likely since I haven’t had it in over 8 years, but it does count as one of my many “oh-my-god-I’m-going-to-kill-somoene-if-I-don’t-get-it” food items.
I think Skinny Emmie can still enjoy blue ice cream with sprinkles, don’t you?