A while ago (of course, when I write this and when I post this are two different things.), a friend of mine posted a blog entry about a new-ish flavor of Ben and Jerry's ice cream: Cake Batter. The flavor celebrates the company's 30th anniversary. (Wow, that makes me feel old -- and not even old-ish.) So, today when I was in Wegman's I thought to myself: "Try something new. Don't buy the same old same old when you are out buying things you ought not -- Cherry Garcia or Super Fudge whatever." Maybe, stick with the punny names (where did that marketing ploy come from anyway?) -- but definitely try something new. So, since I am reading books about Hinduism for some reason: The Goddess Lives in Upstate New York by Corinne Dempsey and a novel entitled River of Gods by Ian McDonald that I bought because I saw a recommendation for it that came from Barbara Ehrenreich. [The former focuses on a Hindu temple in Rush, New York; the latter is a science fiction novel on India in 2047. (Like Ehrenreich, I had my doubts about the sci fi -- but it is definitely worth the read, though water not food is the issue. Then again, without water, no food,right? And lots of the important work on foodie politics makes quite evident that the water wars are critically connected to monoculture agro-imperialism.)] Anyway, all that Hinduism may be explain why I chose Karamel Sutra for my latest indulgence. Get it? Karamel -- karma. Sutra -- well, sutra. Karamel Sutra -- Kama Sutra.
How was it? Pretty darn good! Half and half, vanilla/caramel ice cream and chocolate ice cream, with chunks ofchocolate here and there, and a caramel goop somewhere in the middly bit. It took me more than a day to eat the pint I bought -- but still -- for a mass distributed ice cream, not bad at all. And I tried something new. And perhaps I will be punished in my next life, but today, I am going with one day at a time. One day at a time.
