The MTA has some interesting items for sale.
I tried three flavors/prescriptions (“Calm” olive oil/feta [salty but good with some prosecco]; “Jet Lag” French Onion [fine, my favorite of the three, but not very onion-y]; and “Empower” New York Cheddar [super salty, not cheddary] of these low fat/high vitamin/got-some-protein-and-fiber chips.
My advice? Stick with some Kettle Bakes.
Vanilla Snowflake is good and tangy, Deep Chocolate is more frozen-yogurty thank I’d like, but then there’s Black Mission Fig. Fig icecream always sounds like it will be good, but it usually disappoints. Laloo’s is the holy grail of fig ice cream: the creaminess and tang nicely balance the sweet dense fruit that’s evenly blended throughout the delicious treat.
(When I was a girl “blent” was the past tense of “to blend”)
Combining my love of old-timey products and my deep-rooted immaturity, I could not pass up Zim's Crack Creme when I saw it at a local pharmacy today. It's too soon to tell if the website's glowing testimonials are accurate, but it does have a pleasant feel and not unpleasant clove-y scent.
My aunt and uncle are visiting from Italy, so I thought they might enjoy my favorite holiday. My uncle was too worn out from his trip to the Intrepid, but my aunt was game. On the walk there we ran into a happy little boy licking a cone. My aunt, who knows very little English, said "Free?" to him. "Yeah!" he gleefully replied. But then he turned a bit serious: "There's a REALLY long line."
The line was, in fact, quite short for free cone day (25 minutes of waiting, tops). Mesmerized (Baffled?) by the flavor choices, my aunt settled on the exotic-to-her butter pecan, which she proclaimed "saporito!' (tasty). I had the very delicious half baked frozen yogurt, which did not have anything yogurt-y anywhere in its DNA, but it seemed less likely to immediately give me an arterial blockage.
Maybe I'm getting too old for free cone day…