Defying the heat in one delicious step

I guess it’s pretty much common knowledge that the better part of the continental U. S. of A. is experiencing heat of epic proportions, right?  I mean, like, apocalyptic, Hell-hath-manifested-on-Earth, hard-as-rock-buffet-style-egg scramblin’ on the sidewalk, too-hot-even-stand-outside hot?

Hyperbole?  Who, me?  Naaaaaaah.

Ok, so maybe it’s not that bad, but it’s still pretty damned warm out in a whole lot of places.

So, what’s a fella to do?

Well, if you happened to see the post script in yesterday’s Independence Day post, you that around here we made us some good, old-fashioned, Oreo Cookies and Cream ice cream yesterday.  You know, all cold and creamy and full of crunchy bits of Oreo, just melting on your tongue?

Aw, heck, why am I even bothering with the words here when a picture says a thousand of them?  What I mean is:

ice cream

Anybody wants some?  I suppose I could try to save you scoop.

Better get here quick, though.  Rumor has it, that, uh, someone, who lives here has a soft spot for ice cream and has little or no shame when it comes to consuming it.

His name may or may not rhyme with “Pruddin”.

Yep, you best hurry is all I’m sayin’.