It's 3am in Australia. The only place open that sells Ben and Jerrys, a relatively new delicacy import for Aussies. Wife and I visit the local 7/11. She chooses New York Super Chunk, and I - Half Baked.
Slightly annoyed at having my fat ass photographed cheating on my diet, I realised, this is a total Dude indulgent moment. Complete with Lebowski-ite-ish homage of holding dairy goods in front of the fridges.
*pic removed. Just worried about privacy these days.
We have a Ben And Jerry's shop a few miles away.
A lot more flavors than the Market.
It's a constant temptation for sure.