When Blue Bell goes on sale

by Katie on July 8, 2011

So, I have this little “tradition” when it comes to my ice cream. That’s what I call it anyway. Brandon, on the other hand, calls it “issues”. Regardless, it’s pretty much a standing rule in our house that the following is what takes place:

  1. We only purchase Blue Bell. Only. (As if we haven’t talked about this enough already.) Brandon agrees it is the second best thing to come out of Texas. (The first being me.)
  2. As soon as I get home with a new carton of Blue Bell (which is always a full half gallon, by the way, unlike those other brands), I immediately eat all the “melty” part off the top before placing it in the freezer. In fact, I have been known to run inside with nothing other than the ice cream and scoop the top off before any other cold things are even unloaded.

Now, Brandon finds this slightly annoying. More because of my obsessiveness about it than the fact my licked-on spoon has scraped the enter top portion and top edges of the container of ice cream before he even knows what new flavors we have.

But the real problem with my “tradition” (as we shall call it here) came a few weeks ago when Fry’s (Kroger, Texas folks) had a monster sale on Blue Bell. Always one for a good deal, especially on ice cream, I was suckered right in and brought home four new Blue Bell flavors (it was a two-for-something sale, and as Brandon would say, “I didn’t come here for a haircut”), to join the one that was already in the freezer.

Now, what’s a girl to do with four perfect, fresh-from-the-grocery-store cartons of Blue Bell staring her in the face with the creamy, melty, best-part-of-the-whole-carton goodness all oozing over the side, calling out her name?

There were two options:

  1. Abandon tradition.
  2. Be, in Brandon-speak, a “moose” and eat the tops off all four before they went in the freezer.

Well, folks:  a moose it was.


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