About the middle of June, MR. Mister and I hosted a neighborhood cookout at the house to thank our wonderful neighbors for the help, and many kindnesses, shown us during the Winter from Hell. Because the plowing of the driveways, and the use of the shower (from the only neighbor who didn’t lose electrical power for 8 days) we wanted the get-together to be easy on all, as well as timely. MR. Mister insisted on grilling burgers and hot dogs, and I made the sides, aiming for some wintry choices as well.
I gave some thought to dessert, and while I really wanted to make a couple of our families’ specialties, it was just a bit much, so I thought of ice cream sandwiches, which turned out to be a big hit, and not as messy as they could have been.
But, MR. Mister always has to do things up BIG, and instead of one box of 48 ice cream sandwiches — well more than enough mind, you — he brings home two boxes of 48 ice cream sandwiches. Are you following me? This is for a total of about 24 people, so you do the math: (2) boxes @ 48 = 96 divided by 24, and that’s 4 ice cream sandwiches per guest.
As the families are leaving, I am telling the children to be sure to come by the house, as often as their parents will let them, for an ice cream sandwich treat. It was just today when I finally ran out of the things, mercifully, or I would have been eating them myself, given my addiction to w-e-l-l, you know.