The reward for enduring life is coming to the stage and age in life so that you can have ice cream anytime you like.
If you are young, it will give you a stomach ache, if you eat the portions you desire.
If you are married and have children, you never really get a chance to keep ice cream in the freezer - empty cartons are left behind, but no one ever confesses to having done it.
If you are single - you feel pathetic for consuming large portions of chocolate by yourself, in the dark.
So when a person perseveres to the stage where discretionary income permits, and one has given up just a little of ever being physically tone again - ice cream becomes almost medicinal.
Like Bubba in Forrest Gump describing shrimp variations - there is vanilla, vanilla with fruit, vanilla with sauce, vanilla with a banana, vanilla with milk as a thick shake, blizzards, cones, dipped in chocolate, dipped then coated with almonds, in a bowl, in a cup. Especially when eaten with your grandchild. Right, Emily?
In Houston it was at Connie's Frozen Custard stand. With new friends.
All Photos: Keith Gandy
Delicious. And my soul feels so healthy again. All is right with the world. Right, Emily?