Last week, during the First Grader’s school vacation, my dad took us out for some good, old-fashioned ice cream sundaes at Cabot’s in Newton. Because my dad was paying, I ordered the biggest thing on the menu: The Brazilian Combo.
The Brazilian Combo consists of four scoops of my favorite ice creams (coffee, butter pecan, maple walnut, and vanilla) topped with four different sauces (something chocolatey, something caramely, something mapley, and something with rum) and enough whipped cream to give several Brazilians a close shave.The waitress warned me of its ridiculous size. I knew this—I’ve been there before—but, feeling a few pangs of guilt, I asked if they could make it smaller, maybe half the size, but with all the variety. She said they could, but they’d still have to charge me full price (just shy of $8!).
So, what do you think, readers? You know me pretty well. Did I:
(a) Accept the half-sized, full-priced sundae because: 1) my dad was paying, so who cares; and 2) we should be mindful of not wasting our precious ice cream resources.(b) Change my mind and get a small hot-fudge sundae instead. One that doesn’t cost as much as dinner for four in our house.
(c) Demand to know what kind of a fool she thought I was, order the full-sized, full-priced sundae in all its glory, eat half of it, have the waitress wrap the remaining puddle to go, peel out onto Washington St. and rush home to put it in the freezer, then devour the rest of it standing at my counter at 10 o’clock at night despite its compromised refrozen texture and unappetizing appearance, feeling something akin to shame but I won’t admit it and you can’t make me.
(d) All of the above.And, yes, you will be graded on this. Be sure to fill in the circles completely with a No. 2 pencil.