Last night was a very sad desert night.
We didn’t have any ice-cream. Nor did we have the makings for a good bowl of cereal. Nor did we have any leftover pizza (which has made an excelent desert in the past). So I was forced to settle with a few peanut butter crackers (No, not even peanut butter and jelly crackers. Just plain old peanut butter crackers) and a couple of pieces of candy that have been rejected (left in the cabinet) for some time.
I really wanted ice cream. I had been looking forward to ice cream. And it turns out that I waited all week for this! Oh, what a dreadful night!
Actually though, it wasn’t all that bad. I did have a (somewhat) redeeming cup of hot chocolate. But I still really wanted ice cream.