First off, I swear I have not blognapped my esteemed fellow contributors and tied them up in the basement. Seriously, I don’t know where the hell they all went and didn’t invite me, but I’m not purposefully bogarting the boards. It just so happens I did shit this weekend and feel like sharing it.
Anyway, last shout out I want to give is to the venerable Fosselman’s Ice Cream Company in Alhambra. Yeah, I know… I know: absolutely everybody has heard of or has been to the venerable 81-year-old parlor, but today just happens to have been my very first visit to the place. Why so long? Couldn’t really tell ya, but I had a hankering for some of their stuff that wouldn’t be denied ó especially since I found on their website that the time for pumpkin ice cream was here. But instead of going cone, I went malt ó specifically a pumpkin ice cream malt with a chopped banana thrown into the mix. Damn! Thick and rich and malty the way a malt should be, it was so good I kept on going right through a brain freeze so bad my ears started bleeding.