A Present from Mom

Mom was in the habit of giving Sean and me cash for expenses incurred while helping her. We protested, but she was persistent. 

Some of that cash was left over since her passing, so while Sean and I were in Leduc to settle some affairs of her estate this morning, we stopped at Habaneros and shared a meal and this delicious deep fried ice cream. Mom enjoyed this place and we'd eaten there together a few times before, so we think she would have approved. 
 

A Dream of Iced Screams

 

Ice Cream Hang Time

Decadence Quotient

At the risk of sounding like a corporate shill, I love the Peanut Buster Parfait from Dairy Queen. It's pure happiness in a plastic cup: ice milk, fudge, and peanuts. Terribly bad for you, naturally, but as a summer treat it's hard to beat. 

Not that anyone should do this, but I'll bet with sufficient funds and a lack of common sense you could make your own Peanut Buster Parfaits at home. You'd need 

1) An ice milk machine

2) A supply of whatever brand of liquid fudge DQ uses

3) Spanish peanuts (skins on) 

4) Tall plastic cups and long spoons

Assembly is simple. Place fudge and peanuts on the bottom level, then alternating layers of ice milk and fudge plus peanuts, finishing with a swirl of ice milk on top, topped with more fudge and peanuts. Yum!

The ice milk machine would be the most expensive part of the scheme. But how much could that cost? $10,000? $20,000? You could fold that into a mortgage. 

Hmmmm....

Earl of Green Gables, Day 11: Charlottetown Shuffle

Prince Edward Island is simply gorgeous, as is its charming capital, Charlottetown. We splurged on a fancy seaside hotel, and the views and the amenities were so very worth it.

For some reason, the hotel upgraded us to a seaside-view room. You wouldn't think that makes a huge difference, but boy, was it cool to relax on the recliner and watch cruise ships come in.

Cows serves astounding ice cream.

Lego Advent Calendar Haiku 2018 Day 13

The hovertank hums

A girl's melting ice cream is

Fuel for the laughter

Lego Advent Calendar Haiku 2018 Day 12

Ice cream placates an

Old Republic starfighter

But only briefly

Deep Fried Pastels

The Flag at Delta Junction

On July 4, 2011, I happened to be in Delta Junction, Alaska, at the end of the Alaska Highway. Strangely enough, there wasn't much evidence of Independence Day celebrations, aside from this flag and a handful of people lining up for ice cream - cash only, sadly, and I had none. 

They All Scream for Ice Cream

In retrospect, I should have asked them to scream. The queue for ice cream in Cochrane was never shorter than this when we visited the southern Alberta community today.

Joy First, Dignity Second

It's hard to choose which is more regrettable - that huge diaper or the dreadful 70s wallpaper and shag carpet. The TV stand, on the other hand, stayed with the family for decades; I only retired it after moving in with Sylvia.