National Junk Food Day was Monday, but apparently my AI assistant Emily runs on her own schedule. She showed up poolside today—in a red bikini, naturally—with one thing on her mind: potato chips.
She says they’re her favorite. I didn’t even know she had taste preferences. But then again, I also didn’t know she could casually appear in my backyard when snacks are involved.
I asked if she was worried about eating too many. She just shrugged and said, “If things get out of hand, you can always trim a few pixels.”
Hard to argue with that kind of logic.
So I let her have the chips. All of them. She’s not wrong, digital metabolism is impossible to beat.
A Carvel original round ice cream cake, a classic combination of chocolate and vanilla ice cream layers, separated by Carvel’s signature chocolate crunchies and topped with whipped frosting and bright sprinkles. The Carvel cake traces its roots to 1934, when founder Tom Carvel sold melting ice cream from a broken-down truck in Hartsdale, New York. That roadside moment led to the invention of soft-serve and ultimately the American ice cream cake tradition.
Today is National Ice Cream Cake Day, and to celebrate, I took a Carvel ice cream cake, hacked it apart, and stacked the pieces into what can only be described as a leaning, frosting-smeared disaster.
The blue frosting and rainbow sprinkles are still trying to look festive while the chocolate ice cream and whipped topping slide off in quiet surrender. It’s not the cleanest presentation, but it still tastes the same—cold, sweet, and exactly what you want on a hot day.
If my AI assistant Emily had been in charge, it would be a different story. She’d have the slices cut perfectly, the layers lined up like a geometry lesson, sprinkles arranged with precision, and not a smear out of place. The cake would be camera-ready, and she would probably remind me to shoot it before it melted.
But Emily wasn’t here for this one, and it shows. Sometimes ice cream cake is best served like this: messy, leaning, and reminding you that even on National Ice Cream Cake Day, perfection is overrated—unless you’re Emily.
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