Advertising Works.

So before you read any further, you really should click on this video for some background noise to go along with this post. Wait until you get about 39 seconds into it before you turn it off and run away from my site forever. Mmmkay? Thanks. (And when someone gets a chance, could you post a comment and tell me how to put the actual video into my blog? After about 30 mins of searching, I resigned to just putting up this link. Sorry about that.)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fG6ejBJ6bO8

So this commercial has been playing OVER and OVER again and each time it comes on, I keep thinking, deargod, that looks (and sounds) amazing. I conveniently drive past a Wendy's on my way to and from work. And this only fuels my burning desire to try this, this, THING. For those of you who are too lazy to click on my link and haven't a clue what I am talking about....allow me to break down the the Coffee Toffee Twisted Frosty for you:

It's a Wendy's Frosty, that they blend with coffee and then just-for-fun, they sprinkle it with bits o toffee. Hungry now, aren't you? I'm not, because I had one of these bad boys for dinner last night. But I am getting ahead of myself and my story.

So last night, the commercial came on again and I just couldn't stand it anymore. I yelled to my loving husband and asked him if he wanted to "get frosty with me. "( Again, you really should have listened to the video as this is a direct reference....no need to be getting all judgemental before you even know what I was referring to...) Being the loving husband that he is, he sighed and said he would take me to Wendy's. I then screamed with excitement like I imagine a dolphin does-Eeeeee-eeee-eeee!!!

I raced to the car and we drove about 5 miles to the closest Wendy's. The drive through line was really long and I immediately knew everyone had the same idea as me. After all, advertising works. My loving husband let me yell across from the passenger side to place the order, because I really, really, wanted to say Coffee Toffee Twisted Frosty, and well, he did not want to say those words. I placed my order and we pulled around to pay. It was at this moment I told my husband how nervous with excitement and anticipation I was. I mean, the build up to this thing had been huge. He lovingly smiled, rolled his eyes and pulled up to pay.

They handed me the cup of twisted goodness and I think I dove into the thing face first. Well, not really. Ok, kind of. IT. WAS. DELICIOUS. Being the fatty that I am, I ate about half of it on the way home.

I offered my loving husband a bite and he hesitantly reached for it, afraid he might pull back a bloody stub if he made too quick of a movement in front of my feeding. He tried it, agreed it was good, but thought it would have been better if there was more toffee in it. I sheepishly smiled and told him I sort of, kind of ate all the toffee with the first half of my meal. Whoops. Again, he lovingly smiled, rolled his eyes and handed my dinner back to me.

Really, the moral of this story is if you have a delicious dessert and create a catchy, slightly obnoxious tune to go with it, yours truly will insist on trying it.

In other, non-food related news, my loving husband and I are about to take a trip to the East Coast and make appearances in New York, The US Open and a wedding in Baltimore this week. Yay for vacations! I will probably be absent for the next week or so unless I decide to take my computer. Which I am currently not planning to do. It is a vacation after all.