I scream for Western New York Ice Cream

So here’s the scenario: It’s a Monday. You missed your alarm in the morning and are running late for work. You spilled your hot beverage of choice, tea or coffee, on your dress pants and have muttered under your breath more since you woke up that morning than you have all week. It’s a frustrating start to your day that sets a tone for the rest of it and although what is remaining of your 24 hours is completely what you make of it, you’ve certainly earned a large glass of wine (preferably Gewurztraminer or Sweet Reisling) and some ice cream.

Oh, ice cream… the sweet creamy nostalgia inducing delight that just screams SUMMER whenever I eat it. I have a strong opinion on my favorite flavors and although I would hardly ever reject a bowl or cone when put in front of me, there are certainly some types that I have found are obviously superior.

Perry’s Ice Cream

Found at almost any ice cream stand in the Western New York area, Perry’s offers countless flavors ranging from classic Vanilla Bean to Birthday Cake and even the new Fireball. Since I moved to this region I’ve become quite attached to their Lemon Chillo. It’s saturated with lemon cookies that taste exactly like Lemon Crinkles, made from cake mix. I am a huge lemon fan, but sometimes it can become overly bitter. This sweet delight has just enough citrus and tang, I love it. When I’m feeling daring I will have a scoop of Lemon Chillo along with White Raspberry Cake or Raspberry Swirl. Bonus tip: Go to Dee Dee’s Dairy in Niagara Falls (bring cash, that’s all the accept) and get the biggest serving of ice cream for your money. I always order a Baby and it’s closer to a Medium.


Lake Effect Ice Cream

Known for their wacky flavors including Buffalonian inspired staples such as Sponge Candy, Loganberry and my personal favorite Paula’s Glazed Donut. The sweet vanilla base combined with chunks of simplistic frosted donuts is a match made in heaven (see top scoop of photo above). You can find Lake Effect at their locations in Lockport or downtown Buffalo on Hertel Ave, but also if you’re in a pinch there are pints at Tops and Wegmans. The perfect size for lounging on the couch, with your aforementioned glass of wine, while watching HGTV… so I’ve been told.


Hibbard’s Custard

Let me provide some context: In the past I always thought of custard as the creamy vanilla soft serve one would purchase at the fair or an amusement park. I really appreciate melty classic vanilla ice cream, preferably with rainbow sprinkles and that was what I was expecting the first time I went to Hibbard’s -well it’s not. It’s potentially better.

Hibbard’s carries a bunch of homemade hard custards, combined with giant chunks of various ingredients, right before it is scooped into your cone. They rotate homemade custards for purchase each day in cones, while the rest are typically available in pints. They also carry Perry’s. My absolute favorite custard is Cookie Monster; a vanilla ice cream base dyed blue (so you can eat your ice cream and resemble a smurf afterwards) filled with oreo cookie halves, whoppers, cookie dough bites and chocolate hunks. I’ve stopped at the custard stand before to end up filled with disappointment by the fact that they are sold out of Cookie Monster, so don’t be afraid to call ahead and see if they’re in stock. Obviously the flavor is pretty incredible if it’s moving out of the freezer that quickly. Some of my back up flavors at Hibbard’s also include Caramel Pretzel (with full size chocolate covered pretzels in side caramel ice cream, see below) and Cookie Dough.


As a newfound ice cream connoisseur I know I have to try more varieties to ensure my research is up to date. With that in mind I plan to experience the new Churn Soft Serve (sister brand of Lloyd’s), Jerk’s Soda Fountain and Ice Cream and Hertel Poutine and Cream before the summer is over. Challenge accepted.

What is your favorite Western New York ice cream?


I have come to the conclusion our bodies aren’t the issue, society is.

I really liked the book “Size 12 is not fat” by Meg Cabot when I read it last summer.  I’m not sure if I just relate to the main character Heather Wells too much, or if it’s the fact that the story is about a chubby girl that gets the guy in the end.  It’s been a while since I read it, but a recent Google search reminded me of it.


In between Twitter and Netflix I started to think about Spring Break.  I’m currently on break from one school, but because I balance two, the breaks don’t line up.  To my displeasure a winter filled with leggings does not typically hide the same figure that was present during the summer months.  I decided to Google “flattering clothes for size 12” (since that’s my estimated current size) and got a link to an Oprah article with frumpy mom dresses and a Wiki post on “3 Ways To Dress Well When You’re Overweight”.  I was insulted and irritated, because I know I’ve been blessed, but I am not overweight.  I am content with my figure, of course it could be thinner, but I see how my friends and I have obsessed over our size for far too long and I’m over it.  The pineapple coconut Haagen Daz icecream is worth it and taking a more modest approach to swimsuit season is okay!


I have decided since I returned home in January that there are more important things to consume myself with than my weight.  I am still healthy and I exercise more now than I have since Field Hockey in my Junior year of high school.  I can only hope people that are deemed “skinny” are as happy as I am.  There is frustration, but I have come to the conclusion from my weight fluctuation that regardless of the fact I am a 6 or a 12, there will always be someone smaller, prettier, etc.  I just have to do the best with what I’ve got.  If I feel like passing on the potato chips, great!  My body may love me back for that, but do I love me back?

I’d rather be happy and deemed fat by society, than skinny and miserable.

The average dress size in America is a 14 and my plump freshman fifteen blessed ass has ventured comfortably from an 8/10 to a firm 10/12.  The only reason I care, is that I have way too many pairs of size 8 J Crew shorts that need to be replaced.  What I think is ridiculous is that unlike the book title by Meg Cabot, size 12 is fat in America.  The average size 14 is made up of all age ranges, including 18 year old girls.  The size 12 demographic is being pushed to the mom jeans section so I can only imagine for a size 14 it’s worse.  The junior’s department is too clingy and unflattering for anyone larger than twiggy and twiggy is from the UK, not America.

I decided back when I was 14 that I was built with a woman’s curves, it’s the fashion industry that needs to catch up.  Adele is a size 16 and although black does look phenomenal against her porcelain skin does she have other options?  I bet anything that it’s harder to keep your head held high if you have a little more to love and you’re famous.  People are constantly dissecting her waist line instead of her powerful voice.  At least us average chubbies have sweatpants to hide in.


I have come to the conclusion our bodies aren’t the issue, society is.

I’m writing this post as a little pep talk to myself.  After a dinner of home made mac and cheese and carrot sticks I have to open the six bins of summer clothes and conquer them.  Whether the results send them to Plato’s Closet or my closet, I have to accept it.  Just because it zips doesn’t mean it fits, and I’m okay with that.  It could be worse (see photo edit #2).


Photo on 3-18-13 at 6.17 PM #3        Photo on 3-18-13 at 6.20 PM #2