I’ve believed whole-heartedly that there is always a right way and a wrong way to do things.
I’ve also spent hours considering if that could even possibly be the case anymore, anywhere in this world.
If the right way is discipline, the wrong way must be the lack of.
And it’s all terribly subjective. And I do mean terribly.
There are countless mystified moments I marvel at the number of people whom must have agreed that something was a good idea way before it became a viable consumable.
My latest mind-thumper was an ice-cream error. That’s the nicest way I can think of wording it.
The bottom line is this: Ben & Jerry’s Cannoli ice cream tastes nothing like any East Coast, New York, New Jersey, Connecticut, Massachusetts cannoli that I’ve ever had. Even the weird Tennessee ones, were better than the medley pint of unidentifiable uncertainty purchased.
I couldn’t figure it out.
I’ll give it ‘creamy.’ I’ll also award it nearly flavorless, maybe a bit of vanilla once in a while and I can’t confirm cannoli shells or shards or chips. Remember the old chocolate lined Nutty-Buddy cones? That summer convenience store single serve frozen flavor comes close.
Why is this my direction tonight? Honestly, because I didn’t want to.
Once a week shouldn’t feel so hard. Still, some days, it does. Today was one of those days. Long and…. long.
However seemingly self-righteous, the right way to proceed is for me to honor consistency. Remain proud. Be disciplined, if only for the reminder next week that I own nearly 13 steadily maintained years of written history. There’s an innately pre-determined pressure to reward myself with internalized-bragging rights overrides almost every objection I’ve ever come up with.
But, anyway. The reward tonight is not cannoli ice cream. Because, I persistently plowed through that in three servings last weekend, each separate scoop no more definable than other. I wanted to believe it would taste better each time. I also wanted to believe it would make me feel better; physically, mentally. Which is how I came back to what I always come back to: my version of reward-driven ego isn’t usually healthy. It’s more likely damaging, which is a psychological exploration for another episode of “Not Wanting to This Week.”
The thawing end-note for my Tuesday evening melt is that I did it.
Plus, I get to offer this sweet nicety:
Ben & Jerry’s Chip Happens lives up to its ambitious description. The Crunchy Potato Chip Swirls are indeed crunchy. Brand confidence restored.
Cannoli Lesson Learned: Ain’t nothin’ like the real thing, baby. Ain’t nothin’ like the real thing.
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