It's been a while since I've last posted. I've been trying to cut down on my ice cream habit because my favourite pair of jeans are getting a little tight, and I'm betting ice cream (and chocolate, chocolate cupcakes, and butter croissants) is the culprit.
Anyways. I'm writing this as I finish off a quarter-kilo tub of the creamy stuff that I just pulled from the freezer. The ice-cream king -- my partner in crime -- bought it at the random corner ice cream store last week. It's good. Bitter chocolate, hazelnut (I think), and something tart. Pineapple sherbert? I can't really tell. It's pretty much gone, and unfortunately, it wasn't me who polished it off. This ice cream is creamy, but not as smooth as Persicco or any of the other more big-name parlours. It's also considerably cheaper. I pay five pesos for a quarter kilo, compared to nearly 10 pesos at Persicco for the same amount. At half the price, I can deal with ice crystals.
I suspect my Chilean friends are going to stand me up again because I've left them several messages and they haven't called back. I made plans to meet my Brazilian friend Dani at Freddo, the second-best ice cream chain in the city. I'm going to teach him English and he's going to listen patiently as I practice rolling my rr's.
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