So today was the WORST day ever at work. My blood pressure was through the roof by time I got home. After dinner, I went to the freezer for my favorite-- chocolate peanut butter ice cream. As I neared the bottom of the container, I noticed a large, golf ball sized hunk of frozen peanut butter covered with chocolate ice cream. The Haagen-Dazs machinery must have malfunctioned to produce such an abnormally large hunk of creamy goodness. I named it...The Golden Nugget. It was a prize befitting of a king. I'm not sure if it was coincedence, or divine intervention. But at that particular moment in time, I needed that Golden Nugget. I'm not sure what the point of this story is, but I should prolly mention that I may or may not have had a few beverages since I got home.
Tasty taste! Of course, since you probly gobbled it up quicker than your senses could fully enjoy it, you obviously forgot to take a picture. I'm wondering now if the beer didn't cause you to doze off and dream about this golden PB Nugget?!