Thought for the Day -

Have you ever met anyone who doesn’t like ice cream? Who the hell doesn’t like ice cream? Are these people even worth knowing! Put them into the same slush pile as those freaks who don’t like chocolate or chips.

I am an ardent lover of chips and chocolate, but give me ice cream or take away my soul. It’s a genetic inheritance on my father’s side of the family. My dad eats ice cream by the tub in one sitting. Then again, the man can eat three layers of a biscuit tin in an afternoon. I ask you – at what stage does a man become a glutton. Ask any kid whether their father eats Kilimanjaro-size Sunday roast dinners each week, and the answer much be found in fatherhood. Fathers are obviously hungrier than the fatherless. All that running around playing soccer in the garden and constructing mail order trampolines on a Sunday afternoon builds an appetite that only a tub of ice cream can satiate.

In admittance my own ice cream addiction, the discovery of Ben & Jerry was a milestone on the vanilla pod highway. There is nothing B&J have done with ensembles of food that the rest of the confectionary industry hasn’t already done. They just did it with the king pin of all delightful sweet things – ice cream. Things have distinctly never been the same again. Their ice cream appeals to the child in all of us – cookie dough straight from momma’s wooden spoon. Ohmygod… I am ten years old again buried in the cloth of my momma’s gingham apron lost in the oblivion of a cookie dough rainforest. Here’s the deal – If you don’t like ice cream, than you were denied a childhood. I will feel sorry for you whilst I lick my spoon and excavate great chunks of chocolate pieces from my tub. Get a life!

DT