My butchered waffle. |
Other people meaning people who have decent, normal eating habits with wonderfully strict table manners (i.e. people who don't run back and forth from the food tables like a freaking... squirrel...(?) ) who prefer talking rather than thinking up creative ways to eat dessert with whatever resources we have (i.e. I am a horrible influence on Jing Yong hahaha).
Jing: Okay I think I am done. This is good. Chicken, potatoes, and veggies. Good.
Me: Are you sure? They have a 'top your own sundae' bar today.
Jing: What's that?
Me: You don't know what a sundae is?
Jing: Sunday?
Me: Sundae ice-cream.
Jing: Sunday?
Me: SundaE.
*this went on for some time... dude ever heard of McD's sundaes?*
Me: Real ice-cream (as opposed to the soft serve we have all the time). And there are multiple toppings, like coconut, whipped cream, chocolate chips, fruit compote... which you can use to top off that brownie over there, or you can crush some wafer cones over it, or you can use it to sandwich those chocolate chip cookies...
Jing: *glare*
*pause*
Jing: *walks over and helps himself*
Me: *silent evil laughter*
HAHA. I'm mean.
What I don't get is chocolate chips in ice-cream. It freezes, becomes tasteless and gets stuck in your teeth. With the cold, you lose the wonderful smell of chocolate; ever heard of the sense of smell enhancing the overall taste experience?
Chocolate chips are an abomination in cold desserts.
Sister: Cold desserts are an abomination overall.
Anyway. The waffle above. I made that myself (obviously) with the waffle pans that are forever available at all three dining halls (Jeremy be jealous). Put chocolate chips in it (that melt wonderfully) and didn't spray enough non-stick spray. Whoops. Spent five minutes wrangling off the thing and subsequently topped it off with chocolate soft serve and sugar-free (HAHA may as well) fake maple syrup.
Mmmm yum, crispyy....
Chem pre-lab. |
Interesting dessert they had in Runk the other day. |
Which was... super disgusting... Ew. Whipped cream. Trashed it. |
My fishy companion almost every breakfast. I need real friends. |
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