OK, this is a teeny, tiny, inconsequential rant, but I believe it has some merit.
I just finished off a carton of chocolate peanut butter cup ice cream. That is, chocolate ice cream with a ribbon of peanut butter swirled throughout. Theoretically.
What I got instead was a carton of chocolate ice cream with a humongoulous hard glop of peanut butter in the center and one wussy ribbon that made its way to the bottom. That translates to several bowls of chocolate ice cream, one bowl of chocolate ice cream with said wussy ribbon of PB, and one bowl of humongoulous hard glop of peanut butter with a little chocolate ice cream on it.
This is unsatisfactory. I believe at the very least, the Turkey Hill Ice Cream people owe me a groveling apology. I believe I shall write to them and tell them so.
No, I didn’t eat it all in one sitting - it lasted most of a week. But it was an unsatisfying week because my chocolate and peanut butter were not evenly divided. My life is out of balance. I may have to seek solace with some Tin Roof Sundae…
Surely you know whereof I speak! Add your discontent to the roar! We want quality control, dagnabbit!!!