So this is a weird little letter I wrote to Friendly’s the other day after getting over a migraine. For whatever reason the entire time I was in pain I was thinking about this ice cream, so I decided to write them and get my feelings out there. It’s kind of embarrassing, so I figured why not share it on my blog lol
Here it is in all of its glory:
The first time I bought Friendly’s Celebration Ice Cream Cake I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I bought it because my husband likes to try limited flavors and loves ice cream cake. Little did I know that I would never be the same.
I had a bowl because I’m rarely picky when it comes to ice cream and it wound up being really good. My husband eats ice cream like it will go bad within hours of it being opened so all I had from that first carton was a normal sized bowl just slightly bigger than recommended serving size. Really, who actually eats the recommended size?
The next time I was at the grocery store I saw that Breyers had their own ice cream cake flavor so I bought it. My reasoning was that it wasn’t limited and surely it was as good as yours. It was not. Not even close. My husband was actually annoyed at me for getting the wrong kind.
The next trip to the grocery store there were only three cartons of Friendly’s Celebration Ice Cream Cake ice cream. Just three. It was a horrible reminder that this flavor was limited so I bought them all. I had my husband stop at another grocery store and get their stock, there were two. The next day I went to the only other grocery store within a reasonable distance of us selling Friendly’s and I bought out their supply too, all three cartons of it. Thank goodness we have a deep freezer.
Each time I went to the grocery story I would check their supply and buy whatever I could. One time they had seven cartons and I only bought three. I regret that now.
I realize how crazy this makes me sound. Honestly who drives to multiple different grocery stores for a flavor of ice cream? I’ve never done that in my life. The only person I revealed my secret to was my mother and she laughed. She also assumed that I would never run out. Maybe if I’d done the smart thing and rationed my supply, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. My normal, reasonable size bowls were not enough for this flavor. I had bowls that were glorious in size, bowls that even my husband looked at in surprise. I didn’t care. I gained four pounds just from this ice cream and I know the only reason it wasn’t more was because I was breastfeeding. What’s four pounds when you’re eating the ice cream of the gods?
My husband let me have the last bowl because he’s awesome like that. It was bittersweet. I knew it was going to be my last because we hadn’t seen any at any of the stores in a few weeks. I even drove out of my way to a Wal-Mart that your website said had it, they don’t sell your brand, you might want to fix that.
I’ve never loved a flavor of ice cream on this level before. You’d think after the many cartons I ate that I’d be tired of it, I’m pretty sure my husband was there at the end, but not me. He has since moved on, going back to old favorites. I have not. I can’t. Any time I’m in the ice cream aisle of a grocery store it’s because I’m hoping against hope that I will see Friendly’s Celebration Ice Cream Cake ice cream just sitting there waiting for me. It never is.
Feeling sorry for me my husband one day recently brought home cookie dough ice cream that I used to love, I had a bowl and was disappointed. Ice cream just isn’t the same anymore.
I’m writing this to you in the hopes that you’ll tell me you’re bringing it back. That you can give me a date when it will be on the store shelves again. Or that you’ll allow me to buy it directly from you. Or that you’ve found my sad letter depressing enough to provide me with a lifetime supply of my favorite flavor for free. Any of these will be acceptable, but please, please don’t tell me that I will never see it again. I don’t know if I could bear it.
I ended up getting the most corporate response ever back, but they ended up pointing me toward a grocery store thirty-five minutes away that had three cartons. I’m sure by the time this posts it will all be gone.