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What happened to 31 flavors?

We went to a birthday party for a 1-year-old this afternoon, and it was pretty much what one expects of a young child's birthday. Cake, smeared frosting, sticky ice cream, sugar-induced hyperactivity. What intrigued me, though, was the ice cream flavor: "Birthday Party" by Blue Bunny. As described on the company's web site,
Streamers of creamy blue frosting swirls and sequin candy confetti decorate a delectable white-cake flavored ice cream.


I was pleasantly pleased. Any flavor of ice cream would send me into a delectable dessert coma. The frozen treat might be considered a vice. The part of this ice cream contemplation that had my head swimming in corn syrup and chocolate goo though is the endless possibilities. Seriously, how many possible flavor concoctions can there be? Is it limitless? Baskin Robbins used to tout its 31 flavors. Not anymore. Why stop at 31, aim for 311 or 3,111. Or more.

Dairy companies have dozens and dozens of flavors beyond vanilla and chocolate. They have special editions. Limited editions. Premium. Designer. Seasonal. Light. Fat Free. Sugar Free. Carb Free. Frozen Yogurt. And then there are places like Cold Stone Creamery, where customers choose from a variety of base flavor ice creams (which in themselves are a treat, with choices like birthday cake or oatmeal cookie batter) then have an array of additions to be mixed in on a big frosty slab of granite. Sweet cream squished together with candy bars or fruit or graham cracker pie crust. Yow...no wonder half the people in our country put a serious strain on their scales (if they bother to step on the scales, or have a set at all).

I came across a survey on yahoo.com that named the 15 most popular ice cream flavors. Despite all the chewy, gooey, seductive, sinful possibilities, the top flavor was...yes...

VANILLA

Peoplepeoplepeople. Have you no originality? Have you no spontaneity? Have you no taste buds?

Away with you. Leave me to my pint of Chubby Hubby®:
Chocolate-covered peanut butter-filled pretzels in vanilla malt ice cream rippled with fudge and peanut butter.

Or maybe
Chunky Monkey®:
Banana ice cream made from banana puree with walnuts and dark chocolate chunks.


Just hearing the descriptions is satisfying.

Naaaaaah. There's a grocery store run in my near future.

Comments

Jenni said…
Three words for you Amy, my love!

Cold Stone Creamery!!!!
Brianne said…
Oh my goodness - Cold Stone Creamery. I can't get enough of the Oatmeal Cookie flavor. Add some cookie dough pieces in there and it is just the best thing in the world.

And Chunky Monkey? The BEST B&J's flavor.

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