On the subject of ice cream, my family and I disagree.
To my wife and daughter, ice cream is a simple condiment - like ketchup or peanut butter or a jar of pickles - that can be saved and stored indefinitely until needed. A carton of ice cream, when laid to rest, remains at rest until acted upon by an outside force.
I am that outside force.
Like a bottle of wine, a freshly opened carton of ice cream is ticking. It is breathing, spoiling, begging to be eaten. It is fresh, like lettuce. To deny it, is to let the life ooze from it – reducing it to little more than spoiled, frozen milk with frost and freezer burn.
My family is of the opinion that, a carton of ice cream, purchased for a birthday party and not completely eaten, can be placed in the freezer and left forever. It should remain there indefinitely. And if, in the distant future, another birthday party rolls around, they will look in the freezer to see if there is still ice cream. When there isn’t, they holler to the toad on the couch in the next room, “Dad, did you eat the ice cream?!”
Of course I ate the ice cream. Someone had to eat the ice cream.
When the class wars finally break out and chaos ensues, modern civilization as we know it will be lost forever. It will be ice cream that I will miss the most.
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I can take one or two spoons and walk away. I just have to know that it's there. I owe you an e-mail, sir. Have been swamped.
At the moment my freezer contains Haagen Dazs Chocolate Chocolate Chip, Haagen Dazs Mint Chocolate Chip, Ben & Jerry's Phish Food, and Weight Watchers Chocolate Cookies & Cream bars.
If the revolution means no more ice cream, I don't want to make it through to the other side.
Unfortunately, many manufacturers of the treat produce it for the types of people who do like to use the same 10-gallon barrel of neopolitan for all the birthdays in a year.
He said to me once, "I love ice cream, so I never have it in my freezer," and I used to look at him strangely for that seemingly oxymoronic declaration. But alas, it is the hard truth. Recently having seen the light, I'm with you now, brother. We now hardly ever keep it on hand, if so, only in the smallest quantities possible, meant to be consumed that night. (Ideally, in bed.)
Great story!
Quality.
Much to my surprise, my challenge was not taken up. But my antagonist doesn't know I saw the container of spoiled strawberries deposited in the garbage can later in the day.