We got five different flavors in the big plastic tub, more than a dozen scoops of ice cream, and heaped on five toppings above and beyond the automatic hot fudge, nuts, and whipped cream. Our best topping choice was bananas (tastes great with vanilla or chocolate) and our worst was gummy bears, which freeze up and become crunchy gum, a poor texture match for the ice cream.
The picture shows me contributing my stomach to the task. It took about 40 minutes to reach the final step, a cup of syrupy soup. Fortunately, the birthday boy knocked it back without a second thought, saving us the less-than-appetizing task. The store keeper took our picture for the wall of those who'd consumed the whole thing, which always took a handful of folks, and sometimes several. (One amusing photo does show a team that failed, sad faces on display.)
3 comments:
I can't decide if this is yum or yuck! Impressive, though.
Glad I didn't know about the Vermonster when I was pregnant.
Stacey: Funny you should mention that, as the wife of the birthday boy, and prime mover in the Vermonster struggle, is about six weeks away from delivery. We should have connected those dots right away.
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