The candied bacon ice cream was delicious. The snortlepig and I both thought so, polishing off every tender morsel stuck to the dasher and freezing bowl in no time flat. (”Some?” asked the snortlepig plaintively every time her spoon was empty. “Some?” She is a sweetcheeks. You know what she did this morning? Counted to five. “One two three four five”, like that, while trying to buckle her own carseat. Prodigy Pig, we call her.)
So when Helpdesk Man returned home from singing at a wedding with his marvy young vocal collective (oooo), I accosted him with great delight and force-fed him a large spoonful to prove its deliciousness. He squealed like a girlie, demonstrated tremors of the head and declared it was Weird and He Didn’t Like It. I can’t prove it, but I think he cried a little.
Hmph.
Fortunately there are three other tasters who have yet to vote on the matter. I will let you know.