Though I recently wrote about ice cream in Japan, I thought it rather abominable that I never provided photographic evidence of what one might find at one's neighborhood convenience store. I thus took it upon myself to rectify the situation.
A few nights ago, with the midnight munchies upon us, my husband and I stood waffling before the cooler of a 7-Eleven--no, in truth, my husband is one of those
Well, naturally, I wanted all three, but for some reason that doesn't seem allowed in real life; I don't know why.
My husband, who does not endure waffling--particularly mine--very well, hastily steered me toward (c), the parfait, using brilliant, irrefutable logic: it looked the most fun.
Well, his assessment turned out to be quite accurate. It was berry, berry fun! And berry, berry yummy! (Sorry, I'll stop now.) As I broke through the frosty strawberry surface with my spoon, I felt like a geologist exploring the strata of Planet Barbie...which does not sound delicious at all, but rather conjures up shiny, beige rubber flesh. Don't think about that. Quite simply, it was all very pink, but in a good way. Here's the breakdown: