Something magical happened yesterday. Liz and I spent a hefty chunk of time at the gym (not so magical), so after walking up our nearly 90-degree-angle hill to our apartment, we resided to the porch to debate who emitted the stinkiest post workout stank. After some friendly debate on this pressing topic, we made dinner and continued to stink up the porch. Around 7, with my t-shirt still soaked through with sweat, I suggested we venture on a field trip for ice cream.
Now as a budding nutrition ace, I can contend that ice cream houses the proper combination of amino acids and carbohydrates that are imperative to muscle tissue repair following a hard workout (THIS IS A LIE). I wish it worked that way. Moral of the story is, we wanted — needed — some i.c.
Here’s the issue with Syracuse. There are virtually no ice cream shops — I’m going to go out on a limb and say its because of the excessive amount of snow we get. There’s good ‘ole Friendly (the one in we have here has no apostrophe “S”) a few miles away, but we were up for something new.
Here’s a shoddy nighttime shot of our neighborhood Friendly from last year:
After discussing Syracuse icons in my mag class last week, I suggested we try Gannon’s– a Syracuse icon we’d both yet to try.
We hopped into Liz’s jeep, proceeded to roll down every window to the brim, due to the state of our odorous bodies, and wafted our stank down the streets of Syracuse. Once there, the two of us made a huge scene over the board of flavors. HUGE. We screamed flavor names back and forth to one another and asked multiple employees what their favorites were — we get a little crazy when it comes to food decision making. Plus we stank.
Bar none, this was the biggest decision of my weekend.
I opted for “pretzel logic” — chocolate ice cream with peanut butter swirls and chocolate-coated, peanut-butter filled pretzels. When the Gannon’s scooper gave me the run-down on pretzel logic’s make up, I’m certain I gave her a solid valley-girl “Shut UP!” and ordered a scoop.
It was divine. Really. I wish I took a picture, but we ran for the car with lightning speed when we solidified our ice cream plans. Normally I’m not a huge chocolate ice cream fan (I’d rather have a neutral base with chocolate fudge, or swirls or chunks mixed in), but this chocolate base was arguably the best I’ve ever had. And I’m also big on texture variance. When it comes to oatmeal or ice cream or … well nearly anything, I die over a well executed mix of smooth and crunchy. Pretzel logic hit a homer on this one. The peanut butter swirl perfectly enveloped the coated chunks of pretzel, with their crispy outer shells and tender peanut butter innards, all nestled into the creamiest-dreamiest chocolate ice cream. I have to go back again. Hopefully Gannon’s will be further incentive for my sister to come visit since she sweats ice cream.
Flavors I’m dreaming of trying —
snickers cheesecake, ‘cuse tracks, charlie brown (I’ll have to ask about this one, but the mystery and intrigue are getting to me), almond joy and chocolate bavarian torte. I wouldn’t say no to trying each and every one, though.
I was also impressed by their range of options — lactose free, gluten free (even gluten free cones), sugar free, soft, hard, milk shakes, sundaes, sherbets, non-fat, and yogurts.
Hopefully there will be an outlandish number of updates on this post.
And one last thing to share with you. What is this all about?
This morning, upon raising the blinds I saw THIS. Not even four feet from my bedroom window sits a box full of pretzels, pumpernickel bagel chips and chex squares. Usually I can generate a rational explanation for questionable occurrences… but this one has left me baffled. Is this some sort of new-age litter box? Is it a snack for the lawn guy? Is someone trying to lure small creatures to my window? More on this when I find some answers.