- A gallon of vanilla ice cream
- Chocolate Sprinkles
- Assorted cookies
- Gummy snacks
- Knives, spoons, tweezers, forks, etc.
You stand before your pallet
And contemplate it's fate.
The answer seems so clear to your mind. It's a gallon of very cold ice-cream, and you just so happen to have an obsession with those adorable, flightless, Sphenisciformes...penguins, people. Ice cream = cold, penguins = gluttons for coldness, and ice-cream penguin = genius.
In case you haven't gathered, Saturday night I went on a date with Aaron, and after dinner our activity was ice-cream sculpting. Pretty much my main contribution (as I lack any artistic talent) was deciding what we should make and I chose penguin (are you really surprised?). So we Googled up some penguins and this guy became our inspiration, our student model if you will.
I have named him Frank.
After that we got to work cutting out the body and using the remains to make the head. Aaron used an exact-o knife to cut out the feet from cookies.
And before long we had a Frank-clone (named: Clone-Frank) right before out eyes!
This is before arms/wings and before we attempted to use chocolate sprinkles on the head and chin strap. My favorite part is the melted ice-cream on the board, looks like Clone-Frank was malting.
Even after sticking Clone-Frank back into the freezer a few times we couldn't slow down the melting ice-cream and its honey-like viscosity, as Clone-Frank's face was ravaged and deformed. The chocolate sprinkles didn't stand a chance, the gummy snack eyes were next. The nose however, stood it's ground...or should I say its face? Aaron and I contemplated sticking him back in the freezer, but then thought better. Clone-Frank had met his life expectancy and we were now to eat.
Aaron thought it would be best to just go in with a knife.Amazingly thought, Clone-Frank's throat bubbled slightly and sealed off the incision. I think we underestimated the regenerative powers of ice-cream...and Clone-Frank's for that matter. Sensing that this was possibly like Highlander, Aaron cut Clone-Frank's head off (seeing as how this is a family-friendly blog I will not post the horrendous pictures).
For those of you wondering how I handled the chocolate conundrum, fear not. Clone-Frank's backside was nothing but pure vanilla goodness.