Jerk!

The heat is cranked and my Tuxedo cat Satchmo Girl has found a new bed for herself on a rug under a table. My chubster grey male cat, (Satchmo's BF Zuul), sleeps in a plate, more like a platter. Zuul is a huge guy, but I like how "Cat in a Plate" sounds more Seussical. Around Halloween time Zuul likes walking after midnight in a cemetery.

I find this refreshing.  All this warmth and dry heat cuddliness, just makes me dehydrated.

What I really want is a nutrient rich Vegan ice cream soda for dinner. I know just the guy to make it for me too. Laaaaareee. Hey remember when they used to call soda tenders, Jerks? Soda Jerk is not a derogatory term. In the 50's Soda Jerks were much like the Barristas of today except that their counter art  involved flavored syrup mixed with carbonated H2O, not coffee brewed with soy whipped cream and cinnamon. Everybody called them Jerks. Some were, some weren't. The ones who weren't stupid jerks were thus named after the jerky action of the soda fountain handle.

Jerk ^

When I was a kid growing up and a mere Vegetarian my parents used to buy this wretched Neapolitan ice milk from "Dairy Barn". Neapolitan is a a brick of chocolate, vanilla and strawberry sections. Vanilla was my first choice, then chocolate and I left strawberry untouched.
So when El husband came home with Strawberry Rice Dream Ice Cream by mistake one day neither one of us thought we'd like it. Well we didn't like it we loved it.



Yummy With

Larry added a scoop and a half of this to a cold glass of Crystal Geyser Blackberry Pomegranate Juice Squeeze and the result was a light purple ice cream soda. Quite possibly the best I've ever tasted. Hey, just be a Jerk and try it.