I am not ice cream's biggest fan. I rarely "seek it out" and you will never see me curled up around a pint of Ben & Jerry's getting teary-eyed while watching The Notebook. For me ice cream, like chocolate, is on my "very rarely" list. I might get a craving one day but then not again for like a month or so. This is why it took me so long to set foot inside Carmen and David's. Its not that I don't enjoy ice cream...I do. And its not that I had anything against Carmen & David's...I don't. I just never really found myself "in the mood". I decided to change that a few weeks ago and just said "Damn it all, I am going to get some ice cream!" That's really what happened: I yelled that out the window (well maybe I didn't yell, and maybe it wasn't out the window, but I did think it very loudly inside my head).
Some things just make sense. Chocolate and peanut butter for example, bacon and... anything, and some things make no sense whatsoever... take the Moon Dog for instance... . It seems like something some high school stoner cooked up in his mom's house some saturday night when he and his friends had the munchies: "dudes, all we have are some hot dogs, strawberry jam, and swiss cheese" in between bong rips, and through the haze, a voice says "put 'em all together, man" and the Moon Dog was born. That HAS TO be it, that or space aliens.