If necessity is the mother of all invention, going away for the weekend is like the eccentric uncle. Last Thursday night, I looked at my newly-opened 2-liter Diet Dr. Pepper and knew it would be flat when I got back from Jamesville. I needed to drink a lot of it, and after dinner I still had a lot to go.
Enter the Moose Tracks ice cream. No, the ice cream wouldn't go bad over the weekend, but since Jason was staying in Raleigh near our freezer, I knew the chances of seeing that ice cream post-weekend were slim.
The whipped cream? Um... we had it, and I thought it would be delicious (it was). The end result? Voila!!!!
It was like a delicious vanilla float... with surprise peanut butter cups at the end (from the ice cream). Soooo good! Jason came home from pool night and caught me red-handed. If he hadn't, I think I would have been really tempted to make a second float!
My name is Megan, and I approve of this float.
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