Mine is simple enough... cholesterol-laden fried chicken dripping with oil and dollops of whipped potato drizzled heavily with creamy gravy somehow or rather reminds me of lazy evenings back at home with my family... that homemade peanut butter and jelly sandwich brings back nostalgic memories of teabreaks at school...
Charming Calvin has his ice-cream.
Seriously. Don't even think of getting in between Calvin and his ice-cream! The guy with the insatiable sweet tooth is truly madly deeply in love with his ice-cream confections - and nothing gets in his way ( he's taking lessons in painful evisceration from me )! Not satisfied with the boring run-of-the-mill flavours such as vanilla and chocolate, he goes for the most peculiar flavours from black walnut to strawberry cheesecake ( you guys can already guess what a dull conservative guy like me would favour ). Fortunately the man is no snobby elitist and he's quite as satisfied with fast economical sundaes at McDonald's as he is with that slow orgasm-inducing bite of Dulce de Leche at Haagen Dazs.
For those who assume that all we do is take naked showers ( to conserve water! ), cannibalize at Chili's and shop endlessly at IKEA, you'll be glad to know that we have expanded our repertoire somewhat :) It has become almost a routine to round up our evening dinners with a quick stop at one of the above - where Calvin licks and slurps his way through the latest cone while I try to distract myself from leaping over to lick him in public by discreetly checking out the various Middle Eastern hotties that have recently hit town ( I do point out a few Arabian gems to him too ).
Seems like it's going to be another month of endless ice-cream though since Calvin has to make up a sizeable quota for a membership card with the guys at Haagen Dazs. There goes the diet.