o tempora, o mores!

During my [brief] stint at Friendly’s, I mostly lost my taste for ice-cream. Weird.

–for those of you who aren’t familiar with Friendly’s, it’s just another typical family-friendly American staple-chain. Same burgers, Caesar salads, chicken…yeah. Jeremy likens it to IHOP [International House of Pancakes]…although it is really nothing like IHOP. They don’t have pancakes, and I don’t even know that that store had a waffle iron. I mean, granted, they serve breakfast, but only ’till eleven. ANYWAY, the thing that was the ‘appeal’ of Friendly’s was the ice-cream. No, a half-assed desert menu with some bland vanilla and hot fudge; they easily kick Baskin Robins’ ass, and then some.

So, since mom’s worked there since I was, oh, two, I developed an ice-cream passion. [Well, there was one in our mall, and she worked there first, but then they closed it and she works at the one she works at now.] I’d concocted this amazing sundae that, at one point, was made into an insert for the desert menus–I was there an awful lot when I was little because of my parents’ work-schedules and reliable babysitters were hard to come by, blahblah.

Fast forward to a bit more than a decade later [+cough+lastsummer+cough+], and I was made to get a job, and that was an easy one to get into.
I quickly lost my love of the creamy, frozen confection.
I guess that’s what happens when you have to work with it for 8+ hours a day? It gets to the point where thinking about it is sickening. Meh.

But since I quit in mid-December because the GM was an annoying prick who was playing Musical Hours with me…I’m enjoying my ice-cream again. :3

You’d think that strawberry ice cream topped with marshmallow and blueberry topping would be sickeningly sweet, right? I thought so, but then I tried it. Delicious. It makes one hell of a milkshake, too. :]

–I’m definitely glad I don’t have to worry [at the moment] about calories and all that jazz.