Make a Deal with DQ

Dear Dairy Queen,

For as long as I can remember your Blizzards have been comfort to me. There was always one waiting for me on the last 5 mile stretch of a long summer trip home. They always stuck in the cup, even when turned upside down, even in the Texas summer heat, except for that one time. My favorite was always Butterfinger, and I rarely deviated from that choice. It was like heaven in a cup.

Sadly, though, what gave me comfort in my childhood gave me hips as an adult! Blizzards are a rare treat these days, especially living in a frozen northern state where the DQ is closed for several months of the year! But oh, when I crave a Blizzard, there is nothing that can compare.

After years of cutting back, of denying myself, and of trying to find substitutes while I'm dieting, I'm ready to cut a deal with you, Dairy Queen. I'm ready to get my priorities straight and set my resolve to count calories. And, if by some stroke of luck, you find it in your heart to bestow upon me a supply of free food from your humble establishment, I am ready to count those calories from a Blizzard. Or onion rings. Or a chicken wrap. Or a cheeseburger. Or a small sundae... Oh, now I'm hungry! Thank you, Dairy Queen, for making me lose my train of thought. Now, where was I? Oh yes... I am ready to make a deal with you. If you provide me with free food, I will make sure I have enough calories in my diet to indulge and enjoy. I will make Dairy Queen part of my diet. I will savor every bite. Enjoy every morsel. Make every calorie count.

Sincerely,

Elizabeth


P.S. - I have encouraged my friends to make their own deal with you, Dairy Queen, and I have notified them that there is free food at stake.