Last week, I was in a particular mood. For some unknown reason, I had a hankering for some ice cream cake. In my youth, whenever I would get such a craving, I would answer the urge with a visit to Dairy Queen. I don't know what the recipe is for their soft-serve ice cream, and frankly I don't care what the process is that goes into it's smooth velvety coolness. I just know it is a delight when I feel it ooze down my gullet.
Granted, the folks at DQ tend to work a lot with a variety of nuts and alike (and that's just the people who work there - BA DUM BUMP), and the fact that they also make their confections with an abundance of peanuts and other legumes, makes my visits even more sparse. I have a nut allergy. Bad enough to put me in the hospital..., or worse. However, on rare occasions, I throw caution into the wind, cross my fingers and hope for the best. Hope that no cross-contamination has occurred in the preparation of my forthcoming ice cream treat.
So last week, when I got that rare craving for ice cream cake, I found myself walking into my local Dairy Queen location, with a grin on my face. In the past, I'd always resorted to getting the "pizza"-style ice cream treat, but all they had this time 'round, was shit with peanuts and pecans and a whole host of other shit that should never find their way into any desert dish, let alone my ice cream bowls. My eyes, instead moved to the cakes and logs.
The prices have risen quite substantially since my last purchase, so an actual round "cake-style", was out of the question, as they neared the $30 mark. I opted instead to go with an ice cream log. The price was just south of the twenty dollar mark, still a little pricey for this thrifty soul, but the cravings overrode my self-respect and I found myself quickly exiting with a ice cream log in tow.
I'd never had a log that consisted of the ingredients that this treat did. The bottom layer was soft chocolate ice cream. The next level was crumbled cookie, then a thick layer of frozen fudge. After that was Dairy Queen's trademark soft-serve vanilla ice cream, then topped with a subtle layer of whipped cream and dusted with rainbow-coloured sprinkles. By this description, alone, I shouldn't have to inform you that this was tasty as a motherf*cker! However, I'm going to tell you anyway. This was tasty as a motherf*cker! YUM, with a capital MMMMMM.
The ratios of each participating ingredient was perfect. The only complaint I would air, and it's not really a complaint, but it would be the fudge. The fudge is packed into the log, insanely tight. I don't know the methodology used by Dairy Queen for packing the fudge into an ice cream log, but whomever is saddled with that task, is probably one of the top fudge packers in all of the industry. If fudge packing were an Olympic event, then Canada would most certainly take the gold medal for fudge packing at this summer's Olympic Games in London, England.
Where does a person learn such a craft as fudge packing, and how many hours per day of fudge packing, did this individual have to endure, to become the champion fudge packer that he (or she) has become. I feel bad, assuming the mystery fudge packer is a male. I'm sure that a woman could also pack fudge in such a fashion, as well. Although, given how tightly the fudge is packed into this log, a lot of upper body strength would be required. The mystery fudge packer, in question, packed quite a wallop, getting that fudge packed in there so tightly.
I suppose, in a day when nearly everything is mechanized, it'd be easy to speculate that the fudge packer is not human at all. That it's actually a robotic machine of sorts, that continuously packs fudge everyday. The machinery alone, though, required to pack fudge into the logs so tightly, would be quite large and complicated. Likely, it'd take up considerable room, and the Dairy Queen in my neighbourhood, is not that large, nor would their sales of ice cream logs (or any other fudge packed confection) would be high enough to warrant such a pricey contraption. I prefer to think that Dairy Queen keeps the process close to tradition and uses human fudge packers, rather than mechanized ones. Plus, a machine would fail to add a touch of love with each packed fudge.
Of course, I'm sure the freezing process probably plays a part in the fudge remaining as tightly packed as it is. After packing the fudge in there so tightly, you'd want to flash-freeze that log as quick as possible. No one wants to contend with fudge running out of that orifice after being slammed in there. Fudge can make quite a hefty mess when allowed to run all over. That is not a mess I would enjoy cleaning up afterward. Especially after hammering all that fudge up into that hole. So a good flash-freezer is a necessity.
Whether they are male or female, I salute and take my hat off to DQ's resident fudge packer. I would not wish to shake their hand though. I'm not being prejudicial towards their choosing to be a fudge packer, but given the environment they work in, I can only speculate that they also handle a lot of nuts in their hands. Rolling them between their digits, their oils brushing off and sticking to their fingers. It's one thing to be a fudge packer, exclusively, but I draw the line at anyone who handles nuts. No offense. To each their own. However, I don't wish to run the risk of shaking this fudge packer's hand, and having nut juice spread to my hands and making me sick. Plus, if you take into account, all the fudge packing this individual (or individuals) do on a daily basis, the upper body strength would be enough to rip my arm out of the socket. And that, my friends, would suck balls!
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