The way to love someone
is to lightly run your finger over that person's soul
until you find a crack,
and then gently pour your love into that crack.
~Keith Miller

Friday, November 4, 2016

                               This champagne-flavored ice cream contains 25 mg of Viagra.


Today I am thinking about ice-cream.  I have actually given up on ice cream in general, specifically the ice cream stored in my freezer.  As ice cream goes, over the years I've become a "just say no" sorta girl, I "check out" when ice cream is being eaten around me.  I used to think maybe, someday maybe, I will enjoy ice cream again.  It is a, if not the, favorite dessert on the planet.  I used to love it.  Now I'm, I guess lactose intolerant.  Every once in a while I accidentally find myself on the ice cream aisle and I think ... maybe there is a flavor here for me.  Every once in a while I am tempted.  Well, really just once.
On that day I imagined myself opening the container right there in the store and rubbing my finger across the yumminess ... just to taste, a tiny taste.  Yes, very naughty.  The yumminess ... with maybe some chocolate sauce and whipped cream ... .  Practically sinful to imagine.
I have wondered if I could maybe love ice cream again.
If  I could think of it as tiny tasting, I might do it.
I think of it as stealing though.  I think of it as ruining the ice-cream that rightfully belongs with some one else.  I think of how disappointed I would be to get home with my special treat only to discover that some very naughty someone had opened it and put a finger on it, in it.  That would be very sad.
It would ruining someone else's ice cream just so I could experiment with ... my digestive track.


Ice cream samples are frequently offered at the grocery store.  People line up for their tiny tastings.
I hurry away ... .

In order to help myself feel better about passing on the possibly scrumptious samples I decided to look up worst ice cream flavors.  I don't really care about which flavors are considered the worst, I just need a little help on not feeling too sad about resisting.  When I happen to think of ice cream I want to think of the "yuckiness" I'm saving myself from, the continued disappointments that I don't have to endure.  I needed help with that.

Can you imagine getting home with Bacon flavored ice cream?  Garlic or something called Cold Sweat, an ice cream so spicy hot that you're required to sign a waiver before you buy it.  Basically abuse in a bucket.  Even Pizza flavored ice cream would be gross.  Or Licorice!  Yuck, licorice tastes so bad that it makes me suspicious of all jelly beans!   I don't want to get side tracked here, but ... I do really like those coffee flavored jelly beans.  It's so very frustrating to think I'm getting ready for deliciousness only to find it's a black colored licorice jelly bean ... bait and switch! (Coffee flavored ice cream is my very favorite.  I think.  It's been  a while.)

Yep, best to just say no, no thanks. I don't want to think about all the delicious flavors.  I don't want to think about even one of them!

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