Ice Cream Calling My Name

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “32 Flavors.”

Ice cream is my favorite all-time dessert. I’m addicted to it. I can eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Throw it in as a snack also. Ice cream even calls my name. Of course I answer with spoon in hand.

I found that I can’t buy it at the store and expect it to last a while because I’ll answer it’s call every time I hear my name. I finally got a clue that I can only buy it when I feel the need for the satisfaction it creates. I buy a pint, get my spoon and polish off every last bite.

It’s hard to decide which is my favorite. The mood I’m in plays a big part in the flavor of the day. I might like some oldies and another time I might venture out into the deep and try a new one. There are days chocolate has to be in the mix; double chocolate, triple chocolate or chocolate chips. Nuts are a must. Not peanuts though. If I have cake, pie or cookies, plain vanilla will work.

Talking about my favorite food makes me want to run out to the store and pick up a pint-a new flavor. Bye.

I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream

I SCREAM, YOU SCREAM, WE ALL SCREAM FOR

ICE CREAM

That was a saying we had about ice cream when I was a child. That was what I felt about ice cream then as well as now. I can eat ice cream every day of the week for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I like to try different flavors. I like to smear it over cookies, brownies, cakes and pies. Sometimes I add nuts, chocolate chips and any other fun things I can think of.

When I was a child there weren’t as many flavors as there are today. These days you can think up a flavor and an ice cream store somewhere probably has it.
Although I love ice cream with an everlasting love, these days I have to limit how much I indulge myself. It is very hard to deny myself but my pants and how they fit are the better for it.
My heart will always scream for Ice Cream all the days of my life.

Do you have a favorite thing that is your weakness? How do you maintain control?

A God Opportunity Almost Missed

Occasionally I receive coupons from Dairy Queen to buy one Blizzard and get one free. I spent my coupon yesterday. After much thought, I chose two different flavors—one to eat and the other to put in the freezer for later.  The first Blizzard was my favorite (Turtle Pecan Cluster) and the other (Georgia Mud Fudge), a flavor I wanted to try.
I picked up both of my Blizzards and turned to leave.  A gentleman coming into the store jokingly said, “Is one of those for me?”

“Do you want one?” I replied in the same joking tone.

“Yeah,” he said.

I smiled and walked out the door to get in my car.

I couldn’t leave. Had I missed an opportunity to bless someone? Probably.  I didn’t need to eat both of those Blizzards.

The gentleman disappears behind a door. I waited behind the wheel, my eyes fixed on the door.
When he reappeared I went into the Dairy Queen—Blizzards in hand. I found him waiting for his order.

“I have two different flavors, Pecan Cluster and Georgia Mud Fudge. Which would you like?”

He kindly refused saying I should give them to my kids. I shared with him that my kids were grown and asked him again which one would he like.

“Georgia Mud Fudge”. He smiled, thanked me and kissed me on my cheek.

I walked to my car radiating a smile with great joy filling my heart.
I almost missed a great opportunity to bless a total stranger. I’m glad I recognized the situation that had been laid out for me and acted upon it. Not so I could be puffed up because I did a good thing, but because I blessed someone I didn’t know who never expected to be blessed.

From this day forward, I will keep my radar on looking for more opportunities to bless someone I don’t know.
Have you ever had an opportunity to be a blessing to someone you didn’t know in a small or big way? Did you act on the opportunity? How did you feel when you followed your instinct? Or when you ignored it?

Emma