After sprawling out on a periwinkle blue bed sheet in Prospect Park, listening to the delightful music coming from the David Byrne concert and happily people/dog/bike/toddler watching until it got too chilly to stay there any longer, Kev and I trekked home. On the way, we bemoaned the lack of suitable bakeries and sweets shops on our block. (Yes, I was doing the healthy majority of that bemoaning.)

I’m not sure it’s a block on which I’d personally want to open a bakery but I wish someone would. Sometimes you need a sweet treat.

So we did something we almost never do – we got a pint of ice cream! I didn’t eat too much of it, just a small dish – that’s always the challenge when one brings home an entire pint. I bought some finger bowls at Target a while back for just this very purpose – to fill them up with ice cream so I felt like I was eating a lot when I was only eating a little.

It was as delicious as I hoped it would be. I enjoyed every single bite very much. Then I went to bed.