Quotes About Ice cream

I believe that Britney Spears should be one of Baskin-Robbins 31 flavors..... 2 scoops

And he had no quarrel with dessert—a choice of chocolate, pistachio, or strawberry ice cream from Moxley's, served with homemade brownies. His plate cleared, he

It's definitely broken," my mom says [...] "Maybe it's unplugged or something," [...] "Honey, it's broken," my mom says. She sounds like she's trying to break it to me gently. I can't really blame her. The other day she told me there was no more vanilla ice cream, and I burst into tears right in the middle of the kitchen. She obviously knows I'm fragile.

The secret to a great ice cream, is crunch coat."[...] I look at him, aghast. "Crunch coat? Oh, Noah darling, you are so wrong. Everyone knows you ruin ice cream by putting crunch coat on it," "Crunch coat," Noah says, "is delicious. And besides, I'm supposed to be taking advice from you?" "What's that supposed to mean?" "You listen to Lady Gaga.

This was his cure for low spirits. When you pour your first cup of coffee of the day, if you're feeling crummy, put a dab of ice cream into it. It's festive. Then you gotta trudge off like everybody else, like I said, but you got the ice cream with you. Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream.

Did you ever find some really old ice cream way back in your freezer all crusty and freezer burned? That stuff is gross, isn't it? At first.

Yeah, you're sitting in a tree because you're fine . That's easy to see. I can't believe this is Maximum Ride , destroyer of despots, warrior hottie, leader of the flock! All you need now to make yourself more pathetic is a pint of Ben and Jerry's ice cream!

then walked across the street to my favorite ice cream place on the planet, the Ice Cream Club, bought a pint of coffee and a pint of chocolate, then

I was sporty in high school. I played tennis and hockey, and was basketball captain. Then I went to university and stopped doing sport and started eating ice cream.

I am starting to think about those things that I miss from home. Ice cream is definitely one of those things we do not have up here. My favorite is pistachio. I love it with chocolate sauce.

I felt like any other American kid. I already worked at a steady job as an ice cream scooper, but I didn't feel less in any way than my more affluent friends from school.

Eliza got vanilla ice cream with butterscotch sauce, whipped cream, and a cherry. She asked me to get chocolate ice cream with hot fudge and marshmallows. This way, she explained, we could share without overlapping flavors. Except she was pretty goddamn stingy with hers. She only gave me one bite. Meanwhile I was supposed to let her eat half of mine.

In time, foods such as hamburgers and ice cream became more than just meals. They became part of American history and culture, touchstones that are almost immediately nostalgic and sentimental no matter how old you are or what part of the country you are from.

an odd thing happens: The book begins collecting your memories. And forever after you have only to open that book to be back where you first read it. It will all come into your mind with the very first words: the sights you saw in that place, what it smelled like, the ice cream you ate while you were reading it … yes, books are like flypaper—memories cling to the printed page better than anything else." He

If someone breaks your heart just punch them in the face. Seriously. Punch them in the face and go get some ice cream.

Gus gave me a list of ice cream orders. "You can read, right?" "Yep." "I always gotta ask these days.

'Ice Cream' is a very different horror thriller. Something unusual and super natural happens to two persons in a house and I am sure that those scenes will definitely scare the audiences.

A kiss, for instance, is not to be minimized, or its value judged by anyone else. I wonder do these men grade their pleasure in terms of whether their actions produce a child or not, and do they consider them more pleasant if they do. It is a question of pleasure after all, and what's the use of debating the pleasure of an ice cream cone versus a football game — or a Beethoven quartet versus the Mona Lisa. I'll leave that to the philosophers.

Love is an ice cream sundae, with all the marvelous coverings. Sex is the cherry on top.

I conceded on tomato ketchup and ice cream too, and there was triumph in Charlie's face and horror in his eyes. There was extraordinary pain behind the ordinary nouns.

My first job was scooping ice cream at Friendly's in Albany, New York. I hated the work, most of my colleagues, and the uniform, and I more or less lost my taste for ice cream permanently.

Can we go to work now? Because we're about a minute away from breaking out the ice cream and talking about our feelings, and I don't think we can come back from that.

wild. Logan was cheering loudly, and bought ice cream for

And everything was back to normal when he cooked dinner that night. Salima had requested homemade pizza, and the ones he made were delicious, with a huge salad. He had baked apple crumble for dessert, made with sugar substitutes for Salima's diet. He served it with homemade dietetic vanilla ice cream. He was a genius at making the foods she could eat and making them taste great. And as they chatted and joked after dinner