This past Saturday, after service, the conversation with friends drifted away from the sermon, and meandered its way to ice cream.
And not just any ice cream: Ben & Jerry’s. They of the: Cherry Garcia, Phish Food, Chunky Monkey. And of their newest limited edition flavor:
Yes, you read that right: Schweddy Balls. Apparently, this moniker is an homage to a classic SNL skit featuring Alec Baldwin. (Having never seen it, I didn’t know).
Being the spiritual giant that I am, I felt it was important for my friends to know of this new taste sensation sweeping the nation! They read the press release, and laughed. The conversation then turned towards one of latest trends in boutique ice cream: that made from human milk!
Tell you the truth: I have a hard time wrapping my mind around this one, and actually find it udderly disgusting! Can you imagine the poor women providing the milk?
“Bernard, can you take over the pumping? My wrist is getting tired.”
Yes, those are the kinds of things we talk about. Although we’ve had our share of difficulties, and misunderstandings, we’ve worked through them.
I really do have the best friends.
How about you? Tell me about your friends?
PS When I called the local Ben & Jerry’s Scoop Shop, I caved–I couldn’t ask if they had “Schweddy Balls;” instead I inquired about the new flavor, and did they have it? They did not–not until next month. However, in my mind I imagined:
“Do you have Schweddy Balls?”
“This is Ariziona. It’s 108 out–what do you think? Oh, you meant the ice cream. My bad.”
