I scream, You scream, We all scream, "It's too hot."

Summer hit Germany like a ton of bricks. A brick-ton of bricks. June twenty-first came and went and suddenly everything in my wardrobe looked like down-feathered parkas and snowmobile boots. The last couple of days have been stifling, to say the least.

So it wouldn't be a complete lie to say that I've been dreaming of about making this for at least a week. Oh how I wish I could say it was even a baby lie.

If it looks like a giant pile of ice cream, chocolate, Oreo and chocolate chip cookie crumbles, it's not. It's a delicious giant pile of ice cream, chocolate, Oreo and chocolate chip cookie crumbles. Better known to the layman as an ice cream cake. 

I made it (mostly) because a wonderfully lovely lady celebrated the big 21 here in Germany. Something that's really not too big of a deal since the legal drinking age is 18, so a giant lump of ice cream fit better. Especially because kids were getting school off for it being so hot out. Needless to say, it didn't last long. I was proud. It was proclaimed by the birthday girl herself that it was the highlight of the night; Not that I intended too, I would never steal the show on the day someone else kicked their way out of the womb. That's just rude. 

PS If you're reading this, European Mother Nature, could you just tone it down a little for my upcoming trip to Vienna? I'd really like to enjoy Klimt's Kiss without a heat stroke. Thanks.