Thinking Out Loud
I Scream-You Scream
April 22, 2012
"Unless your name ends in Baskin or Robbins, I really can't fit you into my schedule right now." ~ Uniek Swain
By: Diane Szczepanski
A deserted island.
I get one food for the rest of my life. What do I pick??
A chick flick and my jammies.
What is my snack of choice??
I got dissed by a guy and I'm mad as hell.
What makes me feel better??
If you guessed ice cream in all three scenarios, we could be friends. If you said chocolate mint
ice cream, with hot fudge, whip cream, a light dusting of nuts and a cherry on top, well, we could quite possibly be soul mates. (I'm on Facebook, find me...)
Now, don't get me wrong, I've never met an ice cream I didn't like. From plain Vanilla, to Nut Fudge Brownie, the varieties available to tickle the taste buds are all wonderfully good. Although, I will say I find Spumoni only borderline somewhat
tasty, while Jamocha Almond Fudge falls into the simply divine
I speak from some experience. My first job at the tender age of 15, was scooping delicious mounds of frozen heaven onto cones or into cups, for appreciative lovers of 31 flavors of ice cream.
I cemented my lifelong relationship with ice cream on my first day of training, when I was encouraged to try all the flavors. Even all the new ones that would come in monthly, so I could give an accurate assessment of what it tasted like if asked.
Unsurprising, my love affair with ice cream began.
See, the thing with ice cream is, unless you're a person who loves a painful brain freeze and therefore devours it with masochistic glee, ice cream has
to be savored.
Whether by spoonful or licks of a cone, ice cream is mean to be enjoyed over the long run. We're not supposed to wolf it down as if we've recently endured a stint on Survivor and are half starved.
I have found it particularly tasty sitting on a park bench, for an extended period of time, or on a walk by the river on a beautiful warm day, alongside a good friend.
I think perhaps, that although ice cream is appropriate any time of year, it's glory days really are the hot summer evenings. When keeping up with a melting cone requires a fast tongue and a good supply of napkins.
There is always a memory created on an ice cream shop adventure during the dog days of summer and it's no surprise many first dates involve a walk and an ice cream cone.
Culinarily, diversionally, aesthetically and emotionally, it covers all bases.
It makes you happy when you're sad. It calms a sweet tooth looking for relief. It raises esteem when you've been dumped. It's loved by all ages. From babies to seniors, men and women, parents and kids, it's an experience we can all share. We can make it part of an evening of entertainment or we can lock the door, close the blinds and have it while we wallow in our misery alone, in our sweatpants.
It quite literally may be the perfect food.
So, go ahead medical experts. Tell me I have to cut caffeine, alcohol, red meat, fried dishes, diet soda, sodium and processed foods. But, leave my ice cream addiction alone.
It's all I've got left to cling to and it's not going anywhere.
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- Feedback From Readers!
On April 22, 2012
at 06:41 PM
Agree 100% but especally Mama Lupo's
Business-woman by day, confessed boot addict by night and 'wanna-be' writer, music lover and proud Mom of an awesome guitar playing, teen son.
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