Might as well go all out

I recently went to visit a friend for her spring weekend at Hobart and William Smith Colleges in Geneva, New York. Although it's an adorable town, Geneva isn't exactly known for its cuisine. We spent most of the weekend eating bread and cheese from a nearby grocery store called Wegmans, which I've only seen in Geneva and Allentown, Pennsylvania. On our last night there, we made a trip to the nearby Cold Stone, which shared a building with Tim Horton's. Since I was already on bread/cheese/tortilla chips/salsa overload, I figured I'd top off the world's most unhealthy weekend with the biggest, most satisfying treat Cold Stone could muster. You know what they say, the diet always starts tomorrow!

This lovely creation was a limited edition fried dough ice cream concoction that took eight minutes to bake (four to preheat the oven, four to cook...so much for "fried" dough). Although it looks awfully pretty, the strawberries were obviously thawed and still kind of frozen, and the whipped cream was cool whip. However, you can't go wrong with a giant scoop of Cold Stone's French vanilla ice cream on top of a piece of fried dough. It makes sense that my very unhealthy weekend ended with this average dessert. It sure looks pretty though, doesn't it?