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.