Quick history lesson: (courtesy of Sally H.) In the late 19th century Evanston, Illinois, nicknamed "Heavenston" by Frances Willard, was a Methodist-minded town, so pious that the town fathers, resenting the dissipating influence of the soda fountain, passed an ordinance forbidding the sale of ice cream sodas on Sunday. Some ingenious confectioners, obeying the law, served ice cream with syrup but no soda. This sodaless soda was the Sunday soda, and became so popular that orders for "Sundays" crossed the counter everyday of the week. When objection was raised to christening the dish after the Sabbath, the spelling was changed to Sundae, and so developed one of America's most characteristic dessert dishes.

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QOTD
11.20.04 -
Mom: Oh, I bet you could pick up something really nice at the "Highway-side all-in-one marketplace"
Liz: "Yeah, something nice, like syphilis!"

11.21.04 - "Yeah, I used to not mind her crap so much... then she turned into the devil, and I decided that she must be stopped!" ~Lindsey (and haven't we all felt that way sometimes?)

11.22.04 - "I have crazy dreams all the time... but never one like this. This one involved WAY more cheese than ever before!" ~Gies