And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going

Last weekend I wanted to see Dreamgirls.

Unfortunately, though, Dreamgirls had come-and-gone through Paris already. Movies do that around here; if you hesitate, they’re gone by the time you’re ready to see them. Kinda like waiting in line in Paris; if you’re not ready when it’s your turn, there’s someone ready to hop in front and take your place.

However it was playing in a distant suburb, so I would’ve had to take a métro, then an RER train, and finally a bus. So I decided to use this entry to tell you that I was not going.

(And I’m staying far away from any jokes regarding African-American women, since I don’t want to get suspended fired from my blog for two weeks.)

But I would like to tell you that I will be going somewhere.

My web dude is going to be changing and upgrading my server, thanks to the uptick in readership, probably due to all the horse milk-lovers innundating the site. So you might notice some funny stuff happening this weekend; things disappearingand reappearing, comments fluttering around, or images of scantily-clad food bloggers galavanting around covered in horse milk, showing up by accident. Hopefully all will go smoothly.

Except for the half-dressed pictures…which I encourage you to download, print out, and save.
I know I would.

And since you’ll need somewhere else to go this weekend, here are some of my super-duper scoopers pals around the web:

Check ’em out!…

Me and Melissa go head-to-head in a Q & A. And she makes my caramelized Roasted Banana Ice Cream.

Nicky & Oliver in Münich savor the frosty and delicious:days ahead of them this summer.

Gal-pal Elise tests a low-test Coffee Ice Cream at Simply Recipes.

Boy-pal Kevin at Acme Instant Food goes in pursuit of the perfect scoop.

Grazie to Judy at Divina Cucina for sharing gelato and sorbetto inspiration.

Future-fiancée Fanny at Food Beam finally proposes. J’accept!

Derrick takes his Glace-A-Tron 6000 out for a spin. And finds the Rice Gelato worth the wait.

Jenny Sais Quoi tackles Chocolate Sorbet.

Jerry makes Adult Snow Cones.

The Gourmet Peasant makes not one. Not two. But six different flavors.

And David Leite’s givin’ me away!