We had our first senior hockey match this season. Well, claiming that it would be the very first would be a tad bit inaccurate … let’s just say it was the first one we turned up to.

This would’ve been an inspiring post detailing the grueling yet gratifying victory of our hockey match (have you noticed that many of my posts begin like this? hmmm), except we didn’t really have one. SIS refused to show – too intimidated by our continuous losing streak, perhaps? – so we had a satisfying 3-point, 5-goal walkover. Although we did play a friendly match versus DGS, winning 6-0 in under twenty minutes. That’s right. With 8 players infield. Everything’s down there on the match card (or … not), and it feels damn good to win for once.

But anyway, back to my original point; this isn’t going to be a post about hockey. Instead, I thought I’d blog about another love of mine – and further contribute to the growing Food category at the same time.

After that hockey match, we took a $88 cab down to Pier 3, and, subsequently, to the Circle-K nearby. Hannah marched right down to the magazine section, while I browsed around and wandered over to the ice cream freezer. That’s when I saw it – the ice cream pancake.

Now, I don’t think anyone currently reading this will fully grasp the intensity of this revelation. So, to do you all a favour, I did a quick Google search for ‘ice cream pancake’ – only to reveal pages upon pages full of useless images like the following:

Don’t let your mouth water yet. Pathetic. Seriously, what is that?

No. My pancake was more like this:

A sandwich with two pancakes is clearly superior, no? I think the sparkles in particular set it off nicely.

I tapped out about six texts calmly explaining the situation to Charmaine and Graeme. To be honest, it was cheap and didn’t even taste that good – but that’s beside the point. THE POINT is that, well, most people (myself included) would be happy with your everyday ice cream sandwich. But no, some mastermind out there didn’t think it was good enough and contrived a variation – in the form of a PANCAKE – in retaliation. Good on you, dodgy Chinese company.

Random quote on the ferry this evening: