It was one of the few things we did together.
My daughter hardly knew him, and the few years she had with him were riddled by Alzheimers.
She is 17 now, and we rarely miss a night of ice cream.
We only have a bowl though, not a whole pint or anything.
My Father liked his ice cream with fruit and/or nuts. I didn’t, I only wanted chocolate or vanilla. But that has changed over the years and now I enjoy my ice cream in a “few” flavors.
My favorite is Banana Split, folowed closely by vanilla with caramel and almonds. My favorite standby is fudge royal or an ice cream sundae.
I just can’t seem to give it up, even though I have known for some time that it is an emotional bond to my Father.
It’s my comfort food and
eating it is my comfort time when I am at home
in my comfort zone.