This year I will turn 40. This is the year I should get in shape. But unfortunately, this is the year that they finally started selling Blue Bell ice cream in my state. My love affair with Blue Bell began in college. If you live in Texas for any length of time you will invariably buy a pair of cowboy boots, learn to two-step, and without a doubt fall in love with the native dessert of the land...Blue Bell ice cream.I was a skeptic at first. I thought all the talk I had heard about this famed frozen creation was just another thing on a long list that Texans enjoyed bragging about, one more pillar to the whole "Don't Mess with Texas" dogma...but I was so wrong.
My first taste of Blue Bell came at the end of my sophomore year. It was the week of spring finals and my Sweetie and I were taking a much needed study break. We wound up at an odd little burger joint a couple of blocks from campus. They were closing up for the night and had already shut down the grill. We were out of luck, we would have no deep fried carbohydrates to fuel our midnight study session. They would sell us a couple of scoops of ice cream though if we wanted, so we went that route. My Sweetie had Rocky Road and I opted for White Chocolate. We both took a bite at about the same time from our respective cups, looked up to catch each other's eye, and exchanged the same "OMG, this is the best stuff I've ever eaten!" look. We were hooked. The rest of that week we glided through finals easily, riding the high from our nightly ice cream fixes. Sadly, the conclusion of finals brought the end of term. We both had to return to our home state and leave Texas, each other, and Blue Blue for three long months. But we survived. Our love affair with each other and Blue Bell would last for the rest of our college career and carry over into our married life. We have had each other, but been without a ready supply of Blue Bell now for seventeen years. But that all changed this week. As you can see, we are making up for lost time. It's so much more economical by the half gallon instead of the scoop. Don't ya think?