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If you enjoyed my previous post about the dessert, you will enjoy this one even more.
To refresh your memory, Ivan and I had bought a tub of ice cream on Valentine’s Day to savour after our delivered pizza. It was no ordinary ice cream, it was a Haagen Dazs Tiramisu flavoured one. The best part of all is Ivan bought it voluntarily, without me having to exert any amount of force.
From the moment I took my first bite of the pizza until the moment I was finishing the last slice of pizza, all I thought about was the ice cream. I thought about how I was going to enjoy it and all the toppings (mainly chocolate chips) that I was having it with, I was delirious.
Having swallowed my last bite of the pizza, I dashed to the kitchen for my dessert. I opened the freezer, searching high and low for the glorious tub of calories. Not that the freezer was so big that I had to search every corner to find something so obvious, but I did so because I could not find it.
Feeling frustrated and upset, I stopped for a moment to think. Ivan was the one who brought the ice cream into the house from the car… If I was Ivan, what would I typically do? Immediately, I opened the fridge and there it (the glorious tub) is right in front of my eyes.
I quickly removed the cover and ripped off the plastic to confirm if my greatest fear came true. Indeed it did. Inside the tub was the most watery Tiramisu concoction I have ever seen in my entire 25 years of life. All thanks to Ivan who did not know better than to keep ice creams in a freezer.
If you enjoyed my previous post about the dessert, you will enjoy this one even more.
To refresh your memory, Ivan and I had bought a tub of ice cream on Valentine’s Day to savour after our delivered pizza. It was no ordinary ice cream, it was a Haagen Dazs Tiramisu flavoured one. The best part of all is Ivan bought it voluntarily, without me having to exert any amount of force.
From the moment I took my first bite of the pizza until the moment I was finishing the last slice of pizza, all I thought about was the ice cream. I thought about how I was going to enjoy it and all the toppings (mainly chocolate chips) that I was having it with, I was delirious.
Having swallowed my last bite of the pizza, I dashed to the kitchen for my dessert. I opened the freezer, searching high and low for the glorious tub of calories. Not that the freezer was so big that I had to search every corner to find something so obvious, but I did so because I could not find it.
Feeling frustrated and upset, I stopped for a moment to think. Ivan was the one who brought the ice cream into the house from the car… If I was Ivan, what would I typically do? Immediately, I opened the fridge and there it (the glorious tub) is right in front of my eyes.
I quickly removed the cover and ripped off the plastic to confirm if my greatest fear came true. Indeed it did. Inside the tub was the most watery Tiramisu concoction I have ever seen in my entire 25 years of life. All thanks to Ivan who did not know better than to keep ice creams in a freezer.
