sweetcorn bread and ice cream sandwiches

Ever get the kind of craving that makes you do kinda stupid things? Like walking over an hour, covering seven grocery stores because you're hit with the most vicious longing for mint chocolate chip ice cream? Then sitting down on a park bench and dissolving into tears, because there wasn't a single tub in all the ice cream freezers within the two mile radius you just trudged on foot, while your cousin, (who's more like your sister, and sweet enough to trudge beside you when you suggest mint chocolate chip ice cream) looks at you like you've lost your mind, cos she doesn't know you're pregnant, because, heck, even you didn't know you were pregnant. 

Okay, so I'm not being hypothetical.... but you do get what I mean, yes? Of course you don't, because you, not afflicted with pregnancy brain, would have just gone, pronto, to an ice cream parlour and asked for a triple scoop *gaa-aaah* I'm now safely beyond the brain addling powers of pregnancy, though I've lately caught myself fantasising about grandbabies. Whaaaat??! 

Okay, that's another story, but I'm not yet immune to the occasional crazy food craving; this morning I was looking for ground coffee and spied the can of creamed corn again, that I had originally thought of turning into a soup. Grabbing it from the back of the cupboard, I suddenly knew what I really wanted. 

Now, have you ever had an ice cream sandwich? They're big here, as you might expect when a 29 C day is considered "cool" and November still has days warm enough to make you want ice cream. I gobbled more than I can count in my childhood, and hubs still loves them, though my boys don't get it and if they're not hooked by now, I guess they never will be. It must be a generational thing....

White bread will do in a pinch, but if you're gonna do an ice cream sandwich Singapore style right, it's got to be sweet rainbow bread, chocolate bread, or in my book (blog?), sweetcorn bread. My days of ice cream hunting, on foot may be over, but I'll still bake my own bread, just for an ice cream sandwich, they way it should be - cotton soft sweet bread, ice cream already melting into it, before the glorious, sticky, cold mess even touches my lips. Oh, yes, please! I'm wolfing mine down, lickety split, before the monsoon season descends upon us, in her full, torrential fury...

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