Ice-cream mash with the cone crushed into it is the ultimate comfort food. I’m not even going to describe this at length because the thought of it has gotten my mouth watering.
At least two flavours. I like something with a twist of alcohol and a sprinkle of pecans. Oh my goodness! Just go for it!
The first time I confirmed this, I was having a bad day and honestly nothing could cheer me up. I actually walked into the ice-cream shop in self-pity feeling pathetic and lonely. The mood was I’m so pathetic no one would even buy me an ice-cream.
I buy myself everything, I thought! Even an ice-cream. Not like that’s a bad thing, but it was one of those days. I even prayed. A cross between challenging God to prove I’m not pathetic and just giving me a treat to cheer me up.
There I was depression window shopping when an old friend recognised me and wait for it…offered me an ice-cream. As many scoops as I wanted. And I went to town.
I was like I had an epiphany. Alright, I admit, perhaps a recovery from withdrawal symptoms. But I could see the light. And I suddenly found the energy to enjoy a family lounge with my girls.
The comfort was a release and joy and an answer to a prayer and everything I needed in that moment. God bless ice-cream, God bless good old friends. And long live the ultimate comfort food.
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