On winning and ice cream

I've never really considered myself an overly competitive person. My netball team took out Auckland's Senior E Grade in fifth form which was satisfying, and in seventh form I was forced to be in the debating team, where I got a bit of a taste for rebutting people into losing. We were undefeated until we lost to Kings College though, which was a bit like going up against lawyers. I sometimes get this sort of I don't even care attitude if losing seems inevitable, but upon reflection, I really like winning. One winter during my uni days I spent hours and hours on end playing an extremely nerdy German board game with my then-boyfriend and his cousin, and I won that too, a lot. I love a good game of scrabble, and I dominated beer pong on Saturday night. And by dominate, I mean I shot the winning shot to send our opponents into beer-sculling loserdom (before things descended into an 8-person dance party and power ballad sing-along, complete with dressing up in a dinosaur onesie). 

So, I was at the food bloggers conference in Wellington a few weeks back, and I admit I wasn't that fussed on the few competitions floating around on offer. But! Over a delicious afternoon tea put on by the conference hosts Le Cordon Bleu, I decided that I would put my newfound and probably highly irritating instagram skills to use (you can follow me at delaneymes, just, by the way). I made Mika of milliemirepoix a cream filled scone sandwich (delicious) and snapped her pretty face doing so. I tagged it as a requisite #holymoly moment and proceeded to win myself four tubs of ice cream.

Holy Moly were one of the conference sponsors, and are on a mission to put some fun into your tubs. It is truly delicious ice cream, and it's only until you try it that you realise just how mediocre other ice creams are in comparison. Rebecca and her brother run Holy Moly out of Penrose here in Auckland, and they're lovely people on a simple mission. You can get their ice cream here.  

Four tubs showed up in a cowhide covered box to my desk a few weeks ago, and although not ideal for my new bootcampy-gym-detox regime, in the interests of research I tasted them all and shared them with the then-flatties for dessert. Two empty tubs were found on the kitchen bench the next morning after a certain someone had a munch (along with toast and sour cream, judging by the evidence left on the kitchen bench) when they got home from work drinks. 

Mellow pops was my favourite, what with it's caramel swirl and chocolate ice cream, and biscuit bits and marshmallow. Doh-nuts, choc-out, and waffle-on though, were also very well received. 

It reminded me a bit of Ben & Jerry's but with that creaminess you only get from full fat New Zealand dairy products. It's creamy and fun and just really really good. And I'm not just saying that because I won. Thanks Holy Moly! And now, to the gym.