Nuh-uh. Not. Cool.

My favorite ice cream is Chocolate Peanut-butter*. I'm not talking peanut-butter flavored ice cream with chocolate pieces in it, or vanilla ice cream with peanut-butter cups and a chocolate swirl in it... no. Good old-fashioned chocolate ice cream (the darker the better) with peanut-butter ribbons in it. I think my favorite CPB is Haagen Dazs, but in Washington you won't get much better than Tillamook. Now the thing about this ice cream is that I hardly ever find it. In fact, whenever I go by the C-Town by my apartment in Manhattan, I have a little deal with myself that if there is a little pint of CPB ice cream, I will get it. Otherwise, I am not the biggest ice cream fan. Sorry if that sounds like blaspheme, but there it is. On to the tragic event...

I was on my way to a friend's for a dinner and stopped by Summit Trading to pick up a couple of contributions when I was walking down the ice cream aisle and lo, and behold...


Photo M. Worthen

Ahhhh!!! (That's me singing like a choir of angels...) There it was! My ice cream exception. I was so thrilled. So I did the unthinkable and bought me a gallon. Well, I had an interesting evening and eventually returned home, quite tuckered out, so I put my gallon in the freezer. The next day was one of even more interesting happenings and so I thought to reward myself with a little bowl of ice cream. It was delightful. And I thought to myself, "At this rate, this will last me quite a few weeks and each day after dealing with crazies I can have a small respite. Fantastic!" Little did I know my plan was about to be foiled. A couple evenings later, just this past Tuesday in fact, I was having a dreadful day and about to head out to be pleasantly social when I went to the freezer to have a couple bites of my ice cream... but it was gone.

Now, our freezer is not big. It is small. There are only so many places a gallon can hide. So I begged the question to my mother, "Have you seen my ice cream?"

Silence.

"Pam, did you eat all of my ice cream?"

And then she laughed. More like cackled. I shut the freezer dumbfounded. I asked again. More laughter. "It was your father!" And then dad, "I don't think so!"

Me again, in very much a whimper, "You ate all of my ice cream? I barely had any."

I was suppressing my tears. Very embarrassed with my head hung low and I shuffled out of the room to go to the car when my mum calls out, "She's not crying, is she?" More laughter. Then me from the foyer, "Yes!!!" Then I left.

Not cool, Pam. Not. Cool.

No retaliation planned. Yet.

*Breyer's Mint Chocolate Chip is second, with Rainbow Sherbet as a close third.