A mortal sin to someone who has been trying to keep the scale at 130 lbs or lower. A temptation an insulin shot-dependent would want to avoid but is dying to indulge with. A pleasure to every kid even at the sound of the bell the sorbetero rings as he passes by the block. How could one resist an all-time favorite dessert? Ice cream.
When I was in grade school, eating ice cream (flavor of the road, dipped in chocolate syrup) was something I looked forward to every day. A prize for the day's hard work in school or a bribe so I would no longer cry. I used to wonder how the frozen delight simply took my worries away and dried up all my tears. When the ice cream's all gobbled up, I have forgotten all about the pains, the hurts, the disappointments, and the worries. I don't know why.
I thought this ice-cream-ease-the-pain formula was only applicable for me 20 years ago. I was wrong. When I am sad, I eat ice cream. When i am disappointed, down-trodden, discouraged, down... I eat ice cream. When we lost Nanay, I didn't know how to handle the pain. Only God knows how He managed to soothe that pain, I just found myself indulging in ice cream.
No one has told me what's in the ice cream that gives me that sigh of relief. The thought of it is already a delight (oh, now I know why it's called frozen delight). But one thing I've learned when eating ice cream: the pain isn't really gone. It's just frozen in some place only-God-knows-where till you can feel it no more. When the frost is gone, I already know what to do. Either a real solution or another cone of ice cream.
Now you know how I feel when you see me eating one.
