I got home earlier than everyone else yesterday evening, so I started making some ridculously easy Buffalo Chicken Pizza (make it, love it). Every time I’m in the kitchen and the garage door opens, it scares the crap outta me… every time, like I don’t know what it’s gonna sound like. It’s kinda like how Tina would be afraid to open the Pillsbury biscuit canister because it makes that “pop” sound when you’ve peeled back enough of the paper.
Anywho, I go outside to help her with the bags and she shoves a 48 oz 7-11 Big Gulp cup in my face and says “Taste this.” Of course, I say “What is it?” and of course, she says “Just taste it” (we’ve had this conversation many times).
It was… delightful.
- “What is this, mom?!?”
- “I was craving a root beer float… so I went to Coldstone and got some vanilla ice cream, then I went to 7-11, dumped the ice cream in the cup and poured root beer on top.”
Genius, I tell you!! This is the same woman that makes me go to In-N-Out for Double Doubles, then sends me to McDonalds for fries. If I ever open a restaurant, it’ll be based on my mother’s principles - get the best food from the best sources.
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That is pretty genius. Go Mom!
My Dad does that too, with one stop at AM-PM. Grab a self serve sode cup, fill 1/2 way with soft serve ice cream (available at the self serve sundae area) then fill remainder with root beer. Then, just pay for your “soda”. With the soft serve ice cream, the float is immediately at that perfect mixture stage, ready for the car, no spoon required.
I do the in-n-out / mcdonalds combo too… actually, I used to do in-n-out / KFC potato wedges (when I lived near both)! Oh yes!