NazgulQueen's Corner of Mordor

The chilly burger. Not a paltry tablespoon of vanilla ice cream between two mass produced cookies.

This is much like those chipwiches they sold in New York in the 80's (I wonder if they still do). Only fatter and more delectable.

The cookies (chocolate cookies and chocolate chip cookies) are home made by a friend of mine from the Philippine Tolkien Society named Rachel. And if they can pass muster with the hobbits who like to eat well and eat hearty and the elves with their high standards, they'll certainly do for me.

The gargantuan slab of ice cream in the middle--vanilla, chocoholics anonymous, chocolate macadamia, cookie dough (?) is by the one and only Sebastian.

The ice cream and cookies are either rolled in crushed nuts, crushed oreos, tiny chocolate chips or candy sprinkles.

Despite being a big fan of dark chocolate, my favorite Chilly Burger flavor is the classic with vanilla ice cream between two chocolate chip cookies rolled in nuts and tiny chocolate chips.

Unfortunately when I walk home from the Ortigas commercial center, I almost always invetibly pass by the Podium. And up there on the fourth floor is where all that evil, delectable, addictive, euphoria inducing ice cream is situated. Oscar Wilde is known for saying "The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it... I can resist everything but temptation."

What could I do. The Chilly Burger called to me when it started being sold there last year. And I answered.

It was a pleasure eating that first Chilly Burger. It was so huge I practically made that my lunch. It was so yummy, I knew I was going back for another one and another one and another one and another one...

And I did.

I was addicted to the Chilly Burger. The saleslady already knew who I was and dug her hand into the Chilly Burger stash each time she saw me.

I felt I had to do something about it. I had to overcome the addiction. I could not make meals out of ice cream. So this was my strategy: eat as many Chilly Burgers as I could until I got tired of them. To get to the point of diminishing returns. I don't know if I'm using a proper analogy but I remember this short story from Anais Nin's collection of erotica Delta of Venus. The story was called "Artists and Models" and I think its about this bizarre couple who just locked themselves up in room together for something like a week, until they sort of of "maxed out" each other (to use credit card parlance) until all vestiges of desire were sated and no longer wanting.

I've lost count of the Chilly Burgers I've consumed over the last few months. But I think I'm fine now. I can look a Chilly Burger in the face and resist it.

Next project: overcome the addiction the chocolate chip cookie dough.