u s e y o u r h a n d s

So, Brian and I stopped for coffee at Basin-Robbins/Dunkin’ Donuts a few mornings ago. And I noticed a new ice cream called “triple play” which was a sort of baseball park-ish blend of peanuts and popcorn in a caramel base. And I thought, I should post that to my mental version of del.icio.us in my head. Because that does sound quite delicious.

That very night, we trekked back to the Baskin Robbins where I had seen the flavor. It was closed. And not just closed for the night. Closed for good. Because their license had been revoked by the health department. No wonder my tummy had hurt so badly that day.

Anyway, last night, I finally found a Baskin Robbins that had Triple Play. The flavor is billed as “peanuts and pretzels load a caramel ice cream base. Best if completed unassisted.” Oh, was I excited to take a bite. Because that blend sounds awesome, right? Right?

This ice cream tastes like sweat. With sticky, hard clumps of salty crap in it. It’s like frozen, chunky sweat. Nothing about this ice cream is a good idea. BR Triple Play felt like a war crime. Vomit.