ETA: Next weekend I shall be indulging in vanilla icecream made from real vanilla beans and cream. Although for a while there it was quite close with no decision made.
ETA2: The Fates intervened. Since the place wear I was going to pick up my new speakers was just down the road from Toytown I indulged myself in the Wattleseed Icecream. But you teleoperators have your revenge. Icecream with an untrimmed moustache is messy. Messy drippy vengeance is yours for my hubris of defying your edict. <bwah hah ha ha ha ha ha ha>
[Next week I'll enact your choice.]
* And no, before anyone gets too excited over this statement, even suicide by dessert** is forbidden me. <sigh>
** Although genocide by dessert isn't, as anyone who was subjected to my experiments into how much chocolate could be put into a cake and still call be called a "cake" will probably attest.