You yell, I scream, this sounds like a good day.
At least the breakfast part was. I bought Ben & Jerry’s Cookie Dough and a traditional vanilla-strawberry-chocolate trio and my housie and I had ice cream for breakfast with bits of cinnamon bun in it.
Apparently Ice Cream For Breakfast day was thought up on a whim by an American mum in the 1960s in order to entertain her children on a blizzardy winter’s day. Later on, her kids and grandkids travelled extensively and therefore spread this cool tradition to the far-away corners of the non-official national day calendars of the world. I’m not complaining.
Happy Ice Cream For Breakfast Day!
(and if you missed it, no worries, I’m sure you can celebrate it a day late… or every day… forever…)