Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Tonight was a random, for no good reason, ice cream for supper night. Yum! Ice cream is so good. It's got everything going for it. Creamy, sugary, cold, filling, and complete with chunks of candy. We had to go buy food for our cat and a new ice cream parlour has opened next to the pet store. Perfect reason!
I know what Traditional Chinese Medicine doctors think about ice cream. Let me sum it up in one hyphenated word: Pooh-pooh. Much like Adele, I have the very strong suspicion that wheat and dairy are about to make a conspicuous exit from my dinner plate (and my lunch plate and my breakfast plate). So, the ice cream for supper night is better now, than when I have it confirmed that my body doesn't tolerate those things very well, that they promote inflammation, triggering the immune system to work all the time.
But I didn't care 2 hours ago. I just had my banana ice cream, with butterfinger bits and peanut butter cups in a waffle cone.