The other night, my wife told me that something new was coming to town, and challenged me to guess what it was.
I didn’t have the foggiest idea, so I made a couple joking guesses — I think a baseball stadium may have been one of them — before she revealed it was an ice cream shop in a plaza on the other side of town, about 10 minutes away.
This was good news indeed.
Not much in life is better than ice cream.
It’s one of the few things I’ll wait (relatively) patiently in line for, like at the ice cream place the next town over on a late summer evening … when everyone else had the same idea.
Ice cream (or gelato) is a staple of our annual yes-winter-actually-is-over trip to Portsmouth.
Assuming you don’t have some sort of food allergy that keeps you from eating it, ice cream literally has something for everybody. You can have plain vanilla, chocolate or strawberry, Ben & Jerry’s Red Velvet Cake or anything in between.
My blog buddy Savannah is a fan of mint chocolate chip. I think anything mint tastes like toothpaste, but I’m sure there are some misguided souls who think my favorites are a waste of chocolate chips, cookie dough and/or peanut butter.
You can eat it soft or hard, and it’s not like pizza. I’m pretty sure there’s not a culture war about which one you prefer, so you can comfortably enjoy both.
You can put chocolate fudge, nuts, butterscotch, whipped cream, caramel, peanut butter, sprinkles (or jimmies, depending on your local dialect) or cherries on top … or nothing at all.
You can eat ice cream out of a bowl, a cup or a cone. You can eat it out of a plastic baseball helmet, which, don’t forget, makes it taste 22 percent better. It’s science; there’s no argument.
You can eat it between two — Now that I think about it what does make up the sandwich in an ice cream sandwich? — or between two chocolate chip cookies.
You can eat it floating in root beer, or whipped with milk into a shake.
And, by the way, it tastes awesome.
But it’s more than just that.
Ice cream is one of the few things you can’t outgrow. You can love it if you’re 6, 46 or 96.
Even though you can eat it all year, it evokes good times and pleasant weather. And no matter how crappy things are, eating ice cream makes them better. Sure, it’s not going to solve your problems, but if you’re going to try to eat your troubles away, you could do a lot worse.
Now it just needs to warm up, and that new ice cream place needs to get built.