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Thursday, May 05, 2011
Somehow my brain has turned the Sonic Blast into the most delicious of all ice cream delights. If you don't know what a Sonic Blast is, it is essentially a Dairy Queen Blizzard (those came first, I believe), but at the drive-in restaurant, Sonic. And if you don't know what a Blizzard is (I weep for you), it is basically a bunch of soft serve ice cream with candy bits mixed in. I have only once been to a Sonic, when Matt and I visited South Carolina for Christmas, and Romy was asleep in the car. We pulled up to the old fashioned, electronic (oxymoron?) order thingy, and I ordered a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup Blast. And ever since then (so, since December), I get cravings for it. Sonic's menu says they use REAL ice cream. Maybe that was the draw. Or maybe it was the size and quantity of the chunks of candy. Whatever it was, I still think about it. And I keep buying different frozen treats to satisfy the lost craving (you see, the nearest Sonic is an hour away). So far nothing has worked: a Blizzard, a Twister at a local ice cream establishment, some concoction with frozen yogurt that should not have been attempted, and yesterday, the saddest of all, was a Steak and Shake shake. How could that have failed? It was real ice cream, too! I tragically learned that a shake is much too runny for what I was looking for (what's the deal, Steak n Shake? Your shakes have all been runny lately. Bluck.). I guess it's time to take the trek to the real deal, the Sonic. But what if that disappoints, too? Is it worth ruining the dream of the perfect ice cream experience? This brave explorer is willing to risk finding out.
I'm the author of Maternity Leave (St, Martin's Press), five teen novels (Get Well Soon, Into the Wild Nerd Yonder, Don't Stop Now, Have a Nice Day, and The F-It List, all from Feiwel and Friends), and one children's picture book, Toby and the Snowflakes (Houghton Mifflin). I am also a sugar addict.