There has to be an uncomfortable moment with these when you're expecting icy coldness and are met with creamy frosting. But you'll get over it.
This brings me back to October of last year in Paris where I ordered a creme brulee and it ended up being the size of my face. I still ate the whole thing and don't regret a single delicious bite.
I like my coffee like I like my soul; black and bitter.
The only utensils that start off as a spoons and end up as sticky, pointy weapons.
I would buy fresh veggies from a well-dressed guinea pig any day.
Is that chowder? I could really go for some chowder right now.
Well now I don't think that piggy is a very nice judgment! Enjoy your ice cream ring free of prejudice!