I wish I could visit the cozy tea rooms of Messenger Bros. and enjoy the health benefits of a fruit diet!
They specialize in fruit luncheons, people. If you’re not sure what that means, they spell it out for you: it means ice cream.
How that can be true (fruit ice cream?) I don’t claim to know. But what a lovely idea! It joins the list of things that sound light and healthy, but are not. I’m looking at you, Frango Mints. (Pro Tip: Frango Mints are not mints. They are chocolate.)
Take one of my favorite places on earth, the Litchfield Dairy Queen. I have written an impressive number of blog posts about this frozen treat oasis. On Sunday night, as I stood in line to order two small Blizzards, I noticed this sign:
Bad news for Blizzard fans: no more sixteen-ounce “smalls”.
I know. I know. Sixteen ounces of ice cream and candy is not small. But calling it small somehow made me feel like I was getting away with something. And it made that twelve-ounce “mini” seem downright abstemious.
So, that party’s over, but there’s some comfort in knowing that the Litchfield DQ has my back. It wasn’t their idea. The suits at the Dairy Queen corporation demanded this change.
It is, I must say, cold comfort (see what I did there?), but I’ll take it with my twelve-ounce small.