Romance Lives

Don't you just hate it when a beloved thing--whether it be your favorite jeans or the perfect pillow or the best flavor of chips--is suddenly nowhere to be found? Such has been the case this summer with my beloved Perry's White Lightning ice cream.

It just hasn't been in stores. I've had it once at a seasonal ice cream stand, but for whatever reason, stores weren't stocking it anymore. Not that it's necessarily a bad thing to not have a full half gallon of irresistible temptation in my very own freezer, but still. Bummer.

But then!

A. went to Pennsylvania yesterday to spend some time with friends and returned this afternoon with a bag. "I brought you a treat," he announced. And he pulled out a quart of White Lightning* that he found at a random gas station on his way home and of course purchased for me, because he's been married to me for 12 years and knowing your spouse's favorite kind of ice cream is just something that comes with a dozen years of marriage.

Wuv. Twue Wuv.

* Apparently Perry's has started marketing it in its special and smaller-sized "Escapes" line of ice cream. Probably so they can charge more for it, but whatever. I have White Lightning in my freezer.