Christmas in July

It's three o'clock in the morning and still almost eighty degrees outside and I've just crossed the horizon into uncharted depths of culinary self-pleasuring. Probably some persons will look to the hour and the temperature for an explanation. But to all the rationalizers and all the demythologizers, I dare you to eat for yourself one of these gingerbread ice cream sandwiches and not go weak in the knees.

If there ever is a Christmas in July, this is what it must taste like.