I can haz ginger ice cream
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Thanks to the heads-up from
montuos, I stopped by my local Safeway yesterday and found a container of Haagen-Dazs five in ginger. Calloo, callay! I no longer have to haunt sushi restaurants for a snippet of this elusive ice cream. And it's soooooo good. Soooo creamy. Soooo filling; I couldn't eat a whole serving.
The current issue of Southern Living features several cities for good weekend escapes and mentions the "Memphis in May" festivities which crank up next weekend. Hubbyfink and I won't be able to drop by the barbecue cooking contest (wedding prep and rehearsal dinner and then wedding itself) but we will still be in town the following weekend and can catch the Sunset Symphony on the banks of the Mississippi. It's been forever since I've attended the Sunset Symphony. I described it to Hubbyfink thusly:
He signed on immediately.
zipmeister wants to go, too. We should invite Derych and Becky as well. But this time, we'll skip the Cham-PAIN* (scroll to the bottom of the page). If
beaznuts and his soon-to-be bride aren't on their honeymoon, they'll join us, too. Gotta check in with the other siblings before they get offended at being left out.
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*Okay, so when I still lived in my little apartment across the railroad tracks from the University of Memphis (had it been renamed at that point...? oh, yes, it had. anyway), my group of friends came over to use my apartment as the jumping-off place for heading downtown for the symphony. We then decided to skip the crowd and have a picnic in my living room while watching the symphony on TV. Derych, or maybe I, thought we should tony up the gathering with some champagne. Not knowing the slightest thing about good sparkling wines, we (or maybe it was just Derych) picked up something which sounded right: Champale. After we all choked down our first glass of the cham-PAIN, someone noticed the legend on the bottle saying "malt liquor". Yum.
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The current issue of Southern Living features several cities for good weekend escapes and mentions the "Memphis in May" festivities which crank up next weekend. Hubbyfink and I won't be able to drop by the barbecue cooking contest (wedding prep and rehearsal dinner and then wedding itself) but we will still be in town the following weekend and can catch the Sunset Symphony on the banks of the Mississippi. It's been forever since I've attended the Sunset Symphony. I described it to Hubbyfink thusly:
"The Memphis Symphony Orchestra performs in a riverside park and everyone brings picnic dinners and blankets. There will be fireworks, and during the "1812 Overture" finale, they shell West Memphis (Arkansas) with cannon fire. What's not to love?"
He signed on immediately.
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*Okay, so when I still lived in my little apartment across the railroad tracks from the University of Memphis (had it been renamed at that point...? oh, yes, it had. anyway), my group of friends came over to use my apartment as the jumping-off place for heading downtown for the symphony. We then decided to skip the crowd and have a picnic in my living room while watching the symphony on TV. Derych, or maybe I, thought we should tony up the gathering with some champagne. Not knowing the slightest thing about good sparkling wines, we (or maybe it was just Derych) picked up something which sounded right: Champale. After we all choked down our first glass of the cham-PAIN, someone noticed the legend on the bottle saying "malt liquor". Yum.