So it begins.

Hello there.
It's 12:46 AM and I've just gotten home from work. Yeah, it's no fun working on your 24th birthday, but one gift I received tonight made it worth it.
This, of course, would be the Biggest Ice Cream Sandwich Ever (hereafter referred to as BICSE). Now, I'm sure someone out there's made a bigger one, but I sure haven't eaten it. So I'm wasting internet space to chronicle BICSE's beginnings and eventual end, partially to amuse my friends and family, but mostly to amuse myself. You're going to see absolutely everything involved with the consumption of BICSE, all the stories, settings, and possible gastrointestinal distress included.
I suppose we should set some sort of over/under to make things interesting, so I'll say it'll take me under a week to finish it - ladies and gentlemen, place your bets.
A little background first. In the kitchen where I work, we're known for excess in our cooking. Some might say it's for a love of food, others might wonder if there's not a bit of treachery going on there - maybe that'll teach the runners to ask for a burger. See below:



The aforementioned burger - pounds of meat and bacon, six kinds of cheese.



"The Jakewich, Version 2.0" - roast beef, ham, havarti, provolone, gouda, swiss, bacon, lamb loin, heirloom tomatoes, three kinds of bread, turkey pastrami, dusseldorf mayonnaise, and dijon mustard - with truffled fries and a Coke.

So you see what I mean.
Well, I guess it's time to show you the actual BICSE:



This thing's gotta weigh at least two pounds. Half of an apple is on the top of the picture there, for contrast purposes, I guess.

Well, here goes....



And I've gotta say, it's really good.

Obviously, the whole thing couldn't be finished at once. As much as I would've loved to eat it in one sitting, I'd be looking at hours of gastrointestinal distress - the human body just wasn't created to absorb that much dairy (and I don't care what the state of Wisconsin has to say in response to that).




I got this far. Sorry the picture's dark, but you get the idea. So Luanne was nice enough to pack it in ice for me, jerry-rigging bags upon bags stuffed in ice and wrapped in Saran Wrap to carry it on my back for the bike ride home.
The four or so miles I biked home were pretty good. In fact, as we were riding, Casper mentioned that I should start a blog for this thing - and it's not like I had any other things going on tonight. I've gotta say, the thing was heavy, and I was praying that the ice would hold while Chicago's humidity did its best to melt it. But, you know, Chicago's hot (!), and if the BICSE doesn't like it, it can just move. Or take a shower. Anyways.
So the ice held, and BICSE is resting happily in my freezer, blissfully unaware of its fate....