I've never had a bad experience with ice cream. It's the one food group that is on the top of my food pyramid. Ice cream does not feed my body, except to add poundage, but it certainly feeds my soul. There are flavors I prefer, but none that I hate enough to turn down. Homemade vanilla is tops! You can always judge how good all the flavors of a brand are, by tasting the basics - vanilla.
I can't say the same for pizza. I can remember coming down with the flu after eatting pizza. It's a bad memory. I don't need to go into the details, except to say, it's not a warm, fuzzy memory. But I can remember all the times as a child of making homeade ice cream, with lots of eggs, and fresh peaches or strawberries. Being one of five kids, brought out the best and worst of us, when it came to ice cream. Fighting over who got to turn the handle first, and who got tired of doing it brings a smile to my face even today. As it got harder to turn the crank, our anticipation grew, as we wondered who would get that first taste and declare it the best ever! We'd eat the ice cream in bowls and then fight over who got to lick the paddles, and then fought over who got to scrape the inside of the frosty container.
Our backyard was full of fruit trees and a strawberry patch. Nothing better than waking up in the morning, and picking peaches and strawberries to add to my cereal. 2x4 boards when jimmied under the weakest branches of the peach tree that strained to hold up all the ripening fruit. Our afternoons of playing outside always included snacks at the peach tree as we grabbed one, on our dash through the yard. The fuzz was wiped on our clothes, and the juice dripped all over our faces.
I don't think I've ever turned down a bowl of ice cream. It just doesn't seem right to say no. I can say no to most everything else.
My favorite place to eat ice cream is around the kitchen table. Forget the fancy dining room. Ice cream needs a homey setting. Ice cream doesn't need the trappings of a fancy restaurant or dining room. Ice cream speaks for itself.
Each bite reminds me how much I love ice cream, and floods me with the memories and innocence of being a kid again, watching and waiting for that first bite.
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