Salty or sweet?

Why choose? Yes, I'm going to talk about dessert. Again.What is it this time? Salted Caramel Gelato. This stuff is hard to describe, especially since once you start eating it the only sounds you make will be little moans of food bliss, so I guess you just have to try it for yourself. 

Sorry folks, that's the best picture you're going to get, there is just never enough left for a fancy picture by the time I get home.  I think I need to limit myself to just the junior size of this stuff, it's just so dangerously delicious. 

I've had a heck of a week. Tuesday was the official close of my third course in my accelerated teacher education program, but due to an extensive project, we had a bit of an extension into the weekend. We were working on creating, administering, and assessing a test on one chapter of our text. That doesn't sound too bad, right? The difficult part came in due to the fact that this was an online course and we were required to do all our collaborating via an online discussion board, which meant that we had to wait for responses and then wait again for our groupmates to see our subsequent posts. 

Once we got to the analysis stage, we could interact in person if we wanted or needed to, since the "group" portion of the project was over and any discussions at that point would solely be one classmate helping another classmate understand an assignment. Since I'm good at math I've been fielding texts and iMessages all week about how to compute parts of the data we had to include in our analysis. With that in mind, when one of my groupmates contacted me today, I suggested a meeting at Panera, where they have WiFi and caffeine, and we got together to get stuff done. 

By the time we got out of there, I had only a little bit left to write (hmmm, unintentional homophone pun), and got back in the car for the trek back home. As I drove off toward home I had thought that it would be nice to treat myself to something tasty as a reward for working hard and taking time to help a classmate. That's where the gelato comes in.

If you know me, or have been reading past posts, you already know where to find it, but just in case I'm going to tell you anyway. Zarlengo's Italian Ice and Gelato, of course! 

Besides great desserts, you'll always get great service, often straight from a Zarlengo. My gelato came out to me by way of my friend Todd, son of the owner, but you don't have to know somebody to get a free smile with your order. 

In case you're wondering, I don't get paid to carry on like this, I'm just a loyal Zarlengo's addict customer and I figure sending more customers their way helps a great business grow, which means they stick around so I can feed my addiction face.