Last week, I wrote about my quest for the delicious gooeyness of the ideal hot fudge sundae. Then I realized it is like finding a unicorn at the end of a rainbow. Impossible. It seems that ice cream destinations have lost their way and are outwardly trying to ruin this heavenly experience.
I did go to another place where I KNEW that hot fudge existed. My family was eager as well because they are sick of me bitching about this very issue. I watched the young girl ladle the sweet treat and layer it with delicious ice cream and whipped cream. My senses were heightened and my taste buds were dancing for joy. That joy was short-lived as the hot fudge wasn’t even warm and the whipped cream was the taste when there is a limited quantity in the can. It was hideous. THE HORROR!!!!
I feel like fucking Goldielocks at this point. The trauma I have endured makes me hesitant to continue the pursuit. Sure, I could make my own, but I am a lazy 58-year-old woman who just wants a decent hot fudge sundae. I don’t think I am asking too much. Although, evidence shows that I probably am.
Will I give up? Will I have a resentment against these establishments who think that warming up chocolate sauce is the answer? I am currently living in those questions. My family probably won’t go with me anymore and let’s face it, it is a lot more fun to complain to those you love versus talking to myself.
I’m just a girl standing in front of an ice cream counter asking for delectable hot fudge.
Stay tuned.
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