So I made ice cream. Figured it was appropriate, since I had inherited my ice-cream maker from my outgoing co-worker.
Candied bacon ice cream, to be precise. With butterscotch sauce.
The ice cream was incredible: a brown sugar & whiskey custard ice cream with just a hint of cinnamon- I don't love cinnamon, but did think that a bit of the spicy would be nice, so I reduced the already miniscule amount called for by half. I tossed in the chopped up crisp, brown-sugar slicked bacon at the last minute (after removing a couple of portions for some vegetarian guests), and the results were heavenly. Rich and smooth, with interestingly toothsome bits of sweet/smokey candy, with a salty finish. A winner, I think.
And there's really no way of arguing with butterscotch sauce, made with brown sugar, corn syrup, heavy cream, butter and blended scotch. It really complemented the ice cream, and I think I could eat this combination all day, every day.
I wouldn't, of course, given how strenuously I seem to object to going back to the gym, but definitely, in an alternate universe, I could.