Ice Cream, A Metaphor

I think about ice cream all the time.

I think about Ben & Jerry’s and finishing a whole pint in one sitting. I think about toppings I want, like pretzels and sprinkles and hope for the future.

I think about whether ice cream is supposed to have a hyphen between ice and cream.

I think about ice cream when I’m eating other food. I think about it right before I go to sleep. I think about it first thing in the morning. Sometimes I eat it first thing in the morning.

Will I think about ice cream less when the weather gets cold? I dont know. I just don’t know.

Ice cream is cold, but pretty sweet. Is ice cream a metaphor for my personality?!

Sometimes I think about non-dairy ice cream, like the coconut kinds, but mostly I think about the full-fat kind that makes me feel happy and chubby and a little sleepy.

I mostly think about the kind that injects serotonin directly into my brain.  

And it doesn’t help that I live in Portland, Oregon, the city that has lines outside the door of Salt & Straw at 10pm on a Sunday….in January.

But my heart lies with another Portland ice cream shop: Cloud City. My love for Cloud City is two fold…..two folds of sweet cream vanilla with salted caramel ribbons and a trip to my safe place……

Ahem. My love for Cloud City is two fold: not only does it offer the fluffiest, most delicious flavors in town, but the name of the shop is also a tribute to Star Wars. I mean, can you blame me for going so apeshit?

I haven’t had ice cream yet today, but that’s only because most of the ice cream shops aren’t open yet, and also because I’m a little afraid for my health.