New Year's Rum Raisn Ice Cream

I did the meanest thing I can think of to my husband tonight.  I added raisins soaked in rum to his beloved vanilla ice cream. (Read,  A Vanilla Kind of Guy,on this blog.)  He adores vanilla ice cream almost as much as me but forbids it in the house unless we are entertaining.  He says it calls him from the freezer late at night much like a siren in Ulysses' Odyessy calls a man to his doom. He fears ice cream for the effects on his waist and arteries. It's a poor mans' heroine for him.  On the other hand, he doesn't like raisins for some reason, I can't grasp why.  They're just dried up grapes, for goodness sake.  I'm expecting him to call a lawyer or poison control when he finds out, but I can't forget the a wonderful New Years we spent in Jamaica and rum raisin ice cream brings back the memory of soft breeze, calmly lapping surf and candle lite dinner.  Just the smell of Myers Rum sends me there. Wouldn't that be a heavenly way to roll in the New Year even if we are at home?