Even if I must wait out the fabric of space and time, I shall wait for you my love. But we must admit that not all ice cream is created equal. That’s the only world that I want my children to grow up in.
I must turn my back to this volatile path you have led us down, lest we both end up dead or ruined. I will never love another, but perhaps, that is my….or, dare I dream, You do care! Mother will love an ice cream cake, you’re so very thoughtful. I will love you until time itself folds in, collapses, and our universe fades from existence. It nourishes us and yet, wrecks our very souls and waistlines. I have some very important, very strong feelings about flavor. Wouldn’t it be great if the next world war was fought, not about religion or borders, but over ice cream flavors? But wouldn’t it be more whimsical if we all died in an atomic apocalypse because we just couldn’t agree on mint chocolate chip vs. If brother turned against brother because one of them wanted chocolate and the other cookies and cream?
And now, you reappear, shameless, and with the demand that I must purchase something for your love? Because it’s ‘illegal to smash the window of a Baskin Robbins after closing time.’ So I sleep alone every night, aching for you.
I don’t hear from you for weeks, and now, NOW, you write as if nothing unusual has transpired? I adorned myself in black as is the custom, and I mourned for you. You know how that hurts me, knowing that we can never be together because of society’s outdated codes.
I just posted the recipe on my blog (link in the profile). 🍓🍓🍓 A post shared by R o s i n d a (@rosindaa) on There’s nothing bad about strawberry ice cream. It’s just like…you ever been with someone who has ordered strawberry ice cream? You ask for a strawberry cone and they usher you into a back closet that turns into an elevator and takes you to a secret group of assassins who operate outside the laws of man?
I have that coupon you sent for a free 2.5 oz scoop from the birthday club. It only takes 3 ingredients and you don't need an ice cream maker! Is it a code for some sort of secret society that exists below every ice cream parlor?
March 21st, 2017 Allison Sanchez Spring into the season! It’s the ice cream equivalent of human centipeding. #icecream #coffeeicecream #toffee #coffeetoffee #thecraftycow #craftycow #foodintheair #icecreamintheair #sweet #dessert #food #foodie A post shared by @food_isa_win…ston (@food_isa_win) on I like a good coffee. WHY DID THEY NEED TO BE STITCHED TOGETHER LIKE THAT? Like why do we fall in love with one object of affection and not others? Or it’s winter, and societal convention, our cruel mistress, keeps us apart. Love can sweep you off your feet and carry you along in a way you’ve never known before. But the ride always ends, and you end up feeling lonely and bitter. And yet, my heart burns for it with an all consuming passion. I’ve cheated many times, and there are periods in my life when a Baskin Robbins sits across a chasm too far to traverse. As I write this, I’m standing on the dock (our place! Waves are crashing in the distance, and I’m looking up at the vast collection of stars glittering in the sky. I wonder, are the same stars shimmering stars over the strip mall you reside? Part of me knows Baskin Robbins isn’t ‘good’ ice cream. The heat of my mouth would melt you into a puddle of pure ecstasy. Each week, this page is updated with a gallery from a recent photo shoot featuring a stunning model showcasing our hottest bikinis.You never know which models or bikinis you might find from one week to the next, so be sure to check back often!