First, Evil Chef Mom has made the malted milk ice cream I posted last week.
Her post is way more inspired than mine, with all kinds of photos depicting "Whoppercide". You can see her take out her anger on some poor unsuspecting malted milk balls. "Bludegeoning" is a word that comes to mind. "Lunatic" is another, but I'm not sure why that one popped into my head.
She also went on and on about raccoons, although I'm not exactly sure why. Weirdly, the raccoon thing actually makes sense.
Anyway, Evil Chef Mom is wielding a hammer. Those poor malted milk balls, they did absolutely nothing to offend her, but just because they look all brown and ball-like and taste like little pieces of orgasm, she pounded the crap out of 'em. Evil Chef Mom is definately a bitch.
Poor little malted milk balls. You've seen the crazy close up and didn't live to tell the tale.
Now for you readers, who've never heard of Dibs and wondered what the hell I was talking about last post...
Dibs are these little hunks of ice cream covered in chocolate, like an ice cream sandwich only the size of a malted milk ball actually and you kind of pop them in your mouth. They are so small they make a good little treat that isn't a whole appetite-sucking ice cream cone.
The catch is, they are so utterly addictive, you can eat, like, all 60 of them in a single sitting. They are ridiculously good. And the fact that I shouldn't eat them just makes me feel all decadent, tingly and rebellious in my nether regions. And that makes me wanna eat more.
Yes, they have corn syrup in them, so if you are vigilant about making sure there is no corn syrup in your cupboards, you will have to pass on the Dibs, but if you feel like breaking a rule and going off-book for a special occasion, Dibs rock the house.
If I endeavored to make the home made ice cream version of Dibs, I'm sure they'd be absolutely off the hook. (Can you say "off the hook" when you're middle age?)
Hmmmmmm...Maybe I should make Dibs with home-made ice cream...What do ya think?
xxoo YM
yes, i am crazy... but more on that later! gotta get the sous chefs off to school.
ReplyDeleteBut what kind of hammer?
ReplyDeleteBack when I posted and included a hammer I included brand name, weight and curved vs straight claw.
And as always, wwecmd?
Tsk. Tsk. No details on the hammer is clearly an oversight. Just ECM sleeping at the wheel again. We expect more, don't we?
ReplyDeleteA great question NTSC...What Would ECM Do? She is a little like Jesus I think. Only Jesus has better hair. And isn't so bitchy.
xo Kim
wait a second! i leave for an hour or so and you guys are talking behind my back? ouch...
ReplyDeleteit's freakin' hammer for christ sake! some durabuilt cheapo i keep in the kitchen for certain occasions... you never know when you need a hammer! and as for jesus... he has much better hair than i have...and as for the bitchy thing i have four kids [what do you expect?] and he died before he could have any...i'm sure he had better things to do with his time!
I just love Dibs. And yes, I have consumed much of a container with barely a blink of an eye.
ReplyDeleteGood thing I have this ongoing hate relationship with dairy that keeps me from over-indulging. I like to actually be able to SEE my waist.
Fortunately, my store had individual serving packets for sale
ReplyDelete...then again, I inhaled a whole pint of ice cream the other night
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