Thursday, December 29, 2005

Peanut Buster Parfait

Man, I used to LOVE Dairy Queen. Time was, I couldn’t let a DQ pass by without stopping and getting something cold and tasty. Mostly I got a dipped cone, until I discovered the glory of the “Old Fashioned Soda,” which sadly, is no longer on the DQ menu. That was plain soda water, chocolate syrup and vanilla ice cream, all spun together, milk shake style. Quite tasty and ever since they took it off the menu, DQ has never been the same.

I also used to get the Peanut Buster Parfait (PBP), though it of course only bears a passing resemblance to a parfait in that it’s in a tall-ish container. I ordered one tonight and was delightfully reminded of my childhood; the luscious, though probably mostly chemical ice cream and the warm glow of the chocolate sauce and my one complaint about the PBP, the over abundance of peanuts in the thing. I know, I know, it’s called PEANUT Buster Parfait, but it’s like each one has a whole Jimmy Carter sized field of peanuts in it. And not only are there far too many peanuts, but why do they have to leave those peanut “skins” on? They get all slimy once the fake-y (but tasty!) ice cream melts.

And I’d just like to take a moment to point out that the plastic container the PBP comes in USED to be A LOT taller than the one they served me today. I totally think DQ (and Warren Buffet by association) has been slowly making the “parfait” container smaller. Please, someone from DQ HQ back me up on this one!

We went to Wal-Mart today. Twice, actually. Scratch that, it’s a SUPER Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart + grocery store + open 24 hrs. = Whoa, Holy huge place, Batman. I both loathe and love Wal-Mart. I love it because, I’m always fascinated by the sheer amount of crap on display for sale there. And I loathe it for that very same reason. Walking down the aisles of a Super Wal-Mart is a microcosm of what’s cool about America and what will eventually, probably be our downfall. Cheap crap in abundance. Amazing and scary.

Though as an official (but semi-closeted) shareholder in WMT, I must admit that that was quite pleased and absolutely stunned to see just how crowded that place gets on a Thursday here in small town MS.

But walking around a Wal-Mart is a chore after a while. It just saps your strength and after a while wandering the aisles, your will to live. Not only is there the crush of humanity, but it’s just so damn big. Takes forever to walk across the place. You lose kids. You lose your cart. Naturally, you also seem to have left your sanity at the entrance.

Weirdest thing about being back here: I start to say “Yes, ma’am” and “Yes, sir” to everyone with a lazy drawl thrown in. I just can’t help myself. There’s something in the air down here, I swear.

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