What else am I not going to do?

Now that I firmly established my sights on not writing a novel, there are some other things that I'm not going to do...but I have some good ideas that I would like to share.

These ideas aren't original so I shouldn't take credit for them; however, I will take credit for sharing them with people who are entrepreneurs, young and have the where-with-all to make them reality.

The first is fried ice cream. I mean who doesn't like this stuff. It's the high point of any trip to Paradiso...first the enchiladas and second the fried ice cream. But my ecstasy was taken to a new level this weekend when I saw a cake pan filled with fried ice cream.

The lady who made it started by coating her cake pan with corn flakes, chopped nuts and coconut. Then she sprinkled cinnamon and sugar and drizzled some honey. For the ice cream, she bought two half gallons of vanilla and split them in half. She placed the halves of ice cream over the bottom coating and then put a top coating of the same ingredients and "ta da" -- fried ice cream. Now I'm thinking that Schwan's frozen foods could make a lot of money selling their own version of this recipe to people like me who are too lazy to make it themselves but are addicted to it. Of course, the trick is to keep the corn flakes crispy so the dessert would have to be flash frozen. But if you're making it yourself, just make the dessert right before you are going to eat it.

The second great idea is peach kuchen. I don't have the recipe for this yet...but when I get it, I'll be sure and make a big batch for me to eat along in my kitchen.

Belinda's Aunt Clara, who also lives in Mandan, has made this twice now for the people -- like me -- eating in the hospital's waiting room as we keep vigil over my niece Janelle. That's also where I ate the fried ice cream which was made by Joanne, a sister of my sister-in-law Bernie.

There's also one more edible delight that I've never fallen out of love with and it too keeps showing up in the waiting room -- that's Scotcheroos. Belinda doesn't make them at home, so when I get them somewhere else, I'm there for firsts, seconds and maybe even thirds.

Okay, so I'm not going to start mass producing Scotcheroos, fried ice cream and peach kuchen. But if I did, my company would be successful. Although the owner might eat up the profits.