Custardy.

After wandering around town, I took a nice long nap and then woke up and realized: “Holy crud. My apartment is disgustingly hot and muggy.”

So, I decided to drive around and see where I would end up (hopefully somewhere with air conditioning).

I hadn’t yet tried what they call ‘custard’ here. So, I stopped by Randall’s and picked up a cone with the flavor of the day: Dreamsicle.

It was pretty wonderful. I don’t know if ‘custard’ is the best word to describe this (at least from a Pacific Northwestern perspective). It was much more like very smooth ice cream.

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And now, a quote for my friends:

Jim: Dwight, I’m sorry, because I have always been your biggest flan.
Ryan: You, ah, you should have put him in custardy.