I haven’t met too many people who are indifferent to ice cream. In fact most people I know love it. Lots. And then I met B who was unmoved every time I brought a new flavour home. “Meh”, was his reaction. So tubs of Hagendaaz, Ben and Jerry’s, Tillamook and Dreyers passed through our …
Oh Butterscotch, where have you been all my life? All these years, I turned my nose up at your homespun appearance and simple charm, preferring to court your blasé city-girl cousin, Caramel! Caramel, that brittle, bittersweet beauty. Hard hearted and unforgiving! Creating huge insecurity in me due to my inexperience with sugar thermometers and such …
Would I like to eat a crunchy, melt-in-the-mouth waffle (or six)? With a scoop of ice cream? Melting into lazy pools on the dimpled surface? Melding with the blueberry compote and forming marbled patterns? Yes, yes and yes! And yes, yes, yes! But the stern visage of my daughter interrupts this day dream; and the …