With the temperature in much of the country hovering at just slightly above nothing, it might be a good time to reflect on one of the most important social issues of our generation. But first, I need to tell you something about myself…
Although I was raised in a traditional ice-cream household, as I’ve grown older I’ve learned to tolerate different points of view, or at least accept them with civility. I think it’s fine if people eat frozen yogurt, if that’s what makes them happy. It took me a long time to overcome my deep-seated feelings about gelato and sherbet, but when I found out that my daughter likes gelato, my heart melted. There’s nothing wrong with her.
I admit that I’m still not sure how I feel about shaved ice. It makes me squirm to think about it, and I have no desire to let any of it ever touch my lips, but I really can’t see any justifiable reason why people who like shaved ice shouldn’t be permitted to marry or serve in the military. They’re really not all that different from you and me, when you get right down to it. Not in any way that matters, anyway.
Frappes, shakes, awful-awfuls, and things of that ilk — they never really bothered me. I don’t have any tendencies, at least none that I know of, for such things, but given their constant mention in the popular media, they must appeal to someone. And their relationship to ice cream is obvious.
I will admit that I do have, well, slightly unusual desires of a different nature, however. I enjoy pumpkin ice cream, and blueberry ice cream is another one of my favorites, and I’ll admit I tried almost every flavor I could get my mouth around back in college. Usually I’m just a regular chocolate-chip-cookie-dough kind of guy, but in the early summer and autumn, I like something a little more exotic. And sometimes me and the missus have a sundae or a banana split, after the kids are asleep.
What about you? What kind of ice cream do you like, and how do you like it?
