Last night with my knee swollen to twice its size from a biking accident and my skin sunburned from a day of charity golf, I gave in to Beecher’s Ice Cream. That place has been my siren song this summer. Most evenings I sit in my apartment thinking:

When is the last time I had Beecher’s?
Is it worth it tonight?
How many Weight Watchers points are in a one scoop cone?
Maybe I won’t get a cone this time.

The moment I set eyes on my butter pecan ice cream scooped into a giant waffle cone, I knew it was worth it. Dairy Queen, Cold Stone Creamery, and Ben & Jerry’s (gasp!) can’t compete with that creamy goodness.


About Restless Cube Dweller

Most of my adult life has been defined finding homes in unconventional places, and learning to interact positively with others. I've lived in the middle of nowhere, in small cities, in large cities, in the suburbs, and now in Dubuque, Iowa. This blog represents my musings about growing up, moving on, finding love, and eating well in the suburbs and beyond.
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