I’m am sure by now that you figured out that I am a bit of quirky girl. It won’t be surprising to tell you that I have quirky eating habits. Yup, that’s right, I make Sally, from when Harry met Sally, look completely normal. I do things like flip my cake upside down and eat the cake first and icing last, I eat a lemon meringue pie in layers, first the meringue, followed by the lemon and lastly the crust, I only ever eat the toppings of the pizza always bypassing the crust, I have to have the thickest of the thickest yogurt, two percent or more, but lordly lordy do not give me two percent milk or I will gag everywhere. In fact, it must be skim milk, ice cold with a couple of ice cubes plopped into it. All of which my betterhalf has barely ever acknowledged and realizes that it is just part of my crazy persona. But probably my most unusual eating habit has to do with ice cream.
I like to tunnel, you see. Nothing gives me more joy or hours of entertainment then getting some type of ice cream that is vanilla based and digging out, or as my betterhalf calls it “tunneling” out, the swirls of chocolate, strawberry, butterscotch, peanut butter cups etc. You name it and I will tunnel it. It’s like my own personal treasure hunt. Searching for that elusive gold coin. I get so excited when I find the next swirl and I dig it out with the utmost precision, leaving as much of the vanilla counterpart behind, as I possibly can. Don’t get me wrong, I love vanilla ice cream, but it is easy to scoop, its part of almost every flavour of ice cream and does not require me to use the expertise that I have developed over the years of tunneling. I am the surgeon of ice cream. I have been like this for most of my grown up life and maybe longer. So I was slightly dismayed the other day when my better half went to get himself a bowl of ice cream. I could hear him mumble something under his breath. I said to him in my normally perky mode “is everything okay honey”, never once thinking there was something wrong with the ice cream. Imagine my surprise when he turned around redder than a beat and said “if I wanted vanilla ice cream, I would BUY vanilla ice cream”. Shocked, I retorted back “but honey, I thought you loved that little endearing quirk about me” for which he responded “that’s right, I sooooooo love buying a speciality ice cream and having you suck the good part right out of it!” Instead of getting into an argument over it, I decided to retreat to my trusty bath tub where I could soak my troubles away into bubbles. How could this be? I have been like this forever! Do other people feel this way about my endearing little trait? After I had mulled over what happened over and over again, it did dawn on me that maybe I was being a tad selfish and maybe ever so slightly a tad self absorbed. Certainly, I could see where this could be classified as self indulgent. But in all actuality, what I had believed to be a endearing little trait, was nothing more than a self centered behavioral trait in serious need of rectification.
So the other day, when my better half went to get himself a bowl of my favourite ice cream, Moose Tracks. I saw an ever slight smile on his face. It was a smile that I could not mistake. It was a smile of slight amusement. While the ice cream still had golf ball size tunneling thru it where I had found and ate all the peanut butter cups, I had left for him ALL the chocolate! Granted, it’s a small step on my part...but at least a step in the right direction, I hope. After all, Rome was not built in a day, and who knows, maybe in 10 years or so, I will leave behind at least a dozen peanut butter cups for him to find! Now that’s progress!
Until next time.