Congratulations, it’s your lucky day; you get another crappy cell phone pic for Saturday. After work, Tom and I went to see Contraband (not bad!), and then met a bunch of my coworkers for dinner and drinks at Applebees in Geneseo. After leaving the restaurant at midnight, I ran into Wegmans to grab a pack of sushi for the next day’s lunch, and couldn’t resist grabbing a carton of this.
If you can’t read the description, it’s coconut rum ice cream with shredded coconut pieces. It’s the stuff dreams are made of. I remember getting it as a kid and then it sort of disappeared. It’s a commemorative edition marking the anniversary of the Blizzard of ’77, so I wonder if it’s only available certain years?
This is what Sunday morning at -4 degrees looks like, when your neighbor has a hot air balloon. I’m sure I was a sight in the driveway in my bathrobe, snapping pictures. The cold, thin air meant that his balloon disappeared into the distance *really* quickly.
