After a lazy Saturday spent cleaning, lounging and hanging around the house while Scott was bringing home the bacon (no seriously, he was at Save On Meats for bacon and sausage making classes), we needed a little adventure. Throwing caution – and laundry that sorely needed to get done – to the wind, we took off for Whistler to meet up with our friend Brian and a couple of his friends.
Going into Sunday, I knew that I had a #photoadaymay challenge to overcome. Although only a week into this whole exercise, I was not going to miss a day for something as perfect for me as sweet. Theme in hand, I had buckets of confidence that I would know when the most appropriate sweetness showed up. Brian volunteered for the job. Multiple. Times.
I politely declined lest his sweet nature gum up the buttons on my iPhone.
We dropped our stuff off in the village and trekked out to Green Lake where there were little vacation “cottages” that I’m sure were totally reasonable and affordable and stuff.
Then two of my favorite people happened to see that we were in Whistler through Instagram and came out to visit us at Green Lake, despite our directions to two other lakes before we realized (and by “we” I mean Brian) which lake we were actually at.
Eventually this led us back to Whistler a little bit sunburned but sans sweet photo. It was only 6pm at this point, so still plenty of time to secure the right subject…but I did feel it was about time I settled on some reasonable options. Suggestions such as “bag of sugar” and “vending machine” were ignored, while “ice cream” (if I could secure the biggest most bad-ass ice cream in town) kept coming to mind as the ideal option.
We wound up at Splitz Grill for dinner, which resulted in delicious burgers (no, ketchup does not count as sweet). I honed in on a delectable option when we first walked in the door. The caramelized banana split. Right. Am I right? Right.
But then we had burgers and the last thing any of us – including one boy nearing 7ft tall and chock full of potential space for sundaes – was a caramelized banana split. So we trekked onto the Garibaldi Lift Co (GLC) for a pint. Okay, pints. Just…gimme the pitcher.
At 7:35pm – keep in mind, we have a bus, then ferry to catch and Splitz closes at 8:00pm – I decided to ask the server a delicate question.
“Hi, so out of curiosity…if I went and got a banana split and brought it back here to photograph then possibly eat…all good?”
“Where are you going to get a banana split?”
“Splitz – they’ve got them. Caramelized.”
“You’re going to go get a banana split and bring it ALL the way back here to eat?”
“Right, but then eat.”
“Maybe. We had a lot of burger and this beer isn’t leaving much room for potential sundaes.”
“I don’t think management would be cool with it. Probably not a great idea.”
Decisions needed to be made and the choice of running back over to Splitz just for the sundae felt…hollow. Also, I’d been sipping beer for a while now. So sprinting seemed a little out of reach. When our server came came back, I approached the topic from a slightly different angle.
“Uh huh.” [don't mind the look of 'lady, I don't want to talk about your weird photo challenges anymore m'kay?' because who could blame her?]
“Right, well – we were wondering if you could take that kid’s sundae on your menu and dress up the chocolate syrup with some crazy sprinkles and maraschino cherries with crazy (but familiar) ice cream flavors. Do you happen to have moosetracks?”
“The other option is to ask the bartender to make something boozy, sweet, and photograph-able.”
“I’ll be right back.”
And she came back with this.
We – and by “we” I mean our ridiculously amazing server dubbed this the frothy moo.
- Espresso Vodka
- Vanilla Vodka
- Hot Chocolate (no longer hot)
- Dash of milk
- Whipped Cream
- Maraschino cherry
Am I right, folks?
Obviously I needed help finishing this delectable concoction. Brian and Dan were only so happy to oblige despite Scott’s demanding art direction for the associated photograph (s. I have 20 of them.).
And just to make the whole experience a little more credible, she marked the official name of this yummy drink in stone. I mean the receipt.
All in all, a successful venture for a little piece of the day that I rarely share with anyone. Well, except Instagram. And Twitter. Alright, and occasionally Facebook.
But back in real life…thanks boys (and GLC) for sharing this one with me.