Ode to a Mr. Misty Float

Dear Dairy Queen,

This week I discovered one of the greatest concoctions of all time - the Mr. Misty Float. Let's get semantics out of the way first, I just refuse to use your new fangled marketing name for this delightful treat, the so-called "Arctic Freeze" which I consider to pedestrian, common, reminiscent of a Quik Stop beverage, and well, just plain lame. From hence forth, I will call this slushy cup of goodness by its nostalgic moniker: The Mr. Misty.

I happened upon this confection by sheer luck. You see, my assistant at work, Sara, is pregnant too, and now I have a partner in crime when it comes to gestational indulgences. We were both hot and grumpy and didn't really want to work so we got to chatting about what snack we could find to cure what ailed us. She suggested that she make a run to your fine establishment. I was at once filled with both excitement and confusion. I always end up with the worst food envy at DQ. If I order chocolate soft serve, I covet someone else's vanilla. If I get Reese's cups in my blizzard, I lament that I wasn't creative or adventurous enough to try Oreo's and mint syrup. In the past, my visits have been less than satisfying. My bewilderment deepened when I peaked at the DQ menu online and accidentally stumbled upon the page with nutritional information listed. Oh the horror!!! A small chocolate shake has over 500 calories. Ignorance was far more blissful.

Well, Sara suggested a Mr. Misty Float. What is that I asked. I had never heard of such a thing. She explained that it DQ's version of a Slush Puppy with a dollop of soft serve floating on top. I was intrigued. I was excited. Visions of cheery goodness starting floating before my eyes. My heart started to beat a skip faster. This was outside my normal wheelhouse of chocolate and peanut butter. Maybe this mysterious Mr. Misty Float was the answer to my endless DQ food resentment. On a wing and a prayer, I went for it.

Not 20 minutes later a paper cup full of icy, sugary, red glory appeared before me with a blob of vanilla soft serve floating enticingly on top. I had a conference call that was scheduled to begin at that precise moment, but I threw caution to the wind and dug in. I figured I could hide my enjoyment of my extravagance and fully participate on the call. I was wrong. Little moans of joy escaped my lips and finally I had to fess up to the other callers what I was doing. And you know what? They shared my affinity! They knew all about this delicacy and wholeheartedly understood my swoon.

So thank you DQ for serving me such a outstanding dessert. I will be back. Soon. Maybe I will try the orange one next.

Love,

Hannah and Babies A and B