Bacon and Ice Cream

I was surprised to realize yesterday that I hadn't posted a single thing this month, but February has just flown by! We had a well-deserved week off for Mardi Gras break in the middle, but I am not sure where the rest of the time has gone. I also realized yesterday that there have been no Senior Sneakouts or particularly wacky programs this month, so I guess that explains some of my silence. Fortunately, we ended the month with a bang.

Thursdays used to be big nights on my hall. We called them 2 West Thursdays last year (it's alliterative, y'all) and SWAG Night this year, and it's basically a night where my peer mentor leads the efforts in preparing some sort of late night snack for the hall. Sometimes it is as basic as grilled cheese or pancakes, but more formal nights have included taco night (meat, cheese, tortillas, and all the dressings) and even a wine and cheese wannabe party complete with every type of cheese my task force and I could think of, as well as enough sparkling grape juice for a six year-old to point at me in the checkout line and say to his dad, "That lady is buying a lot of wine." (The dad's response? "That's sparkling grape juice; she's not a wino.")

While I was working the front desk Wednesday afternoon and pondering what to make for this week's SWAG night, one of my students walked up to ask a question. After answering her, I asked a question of my own: "What should I cook for the hall tomorrow?" Without missing a beat, she responded "Bacon and ice cream."

Source: http://www.cookdays.com/ice-cream/how-about-bacon-ice-cream/

At first thought, I wasn't terribly excited about or impressed with the idea, but the more I thought about it, the more excited I became. Last night at room check, I told everyone about the event, and explained excitedly, "You can have bacon and ice cream, or just bacon, or just ice cream!!!!!!!!" The responses ranged from strange glares to moderate excitement about either bacon or ice cream all the way to being almost as excited as I was.

Since I drive the short bus to Walmart every Thursday evening, I waited until tonight to purchase the materials. I left with three half-gallons of Blue Bell Neapolitan and five pounds of bacon. I typically buy the generic gallon of cheap ice cream, but I was a big spender tonight and bought Blue Bell. My hall appreciated it, and it made a difference in the level of awesomeness at the event.  In fact, several of my girls are on the newspaper staff and were there with a camera photographing the event so they can document it in the next edition of the newspaper. I can hardly wait. The verdict?

Bacon and Ice Cream Night is pretty darn awesome.

My girls ate every last bit of the ice cream, and I saw many of them putting their bacon in the ice cream and eating them together. I think this must be the way biological mothers feel when their kids score the game-winning points in a sport. The ice cream ran out before I could finish room inspection, but one of my students allowed me to dip my bacon in her ice cream, and I liked it.

If loving bacon and ice cream is wrong, I don't wanna be right.

There is more to this story, but I need pictures. Stay tuned.