A Scoop of Heaven

Ice cream might just be the greatest creation made by mankind. Here in the US we produce over 1.6 BILLION gallons of ice cream a year! 40 million of it goes to other countries, while the other 60 is sold in markets, gas stations, liquor stores, ice cream trucks, food stands, and even off the streets! With this many pounds of ice cream comes thousands of different kinds of flavors. Some are wacky, others are bizarre.  New York even has flavors such as ketchup or potato chip flavor. And out of all of those flavors, which one is the best, you ask? But the, without a doubt, and without a question, - hands down - best ice cream flavor is chocolate chip ice cream. It is absolutely immoral to think that there is a flavor better than chocolate chip, but completely moral to think that there is a flavor worse than chocolate chip. Nothing can compare to it's ooey, gooey, yummy, and chewy taste.For me, ice cream is life, and life is ice cream. I completely love it, so sometimes I just eat and eat and eat and eat and eat. It seems as though I am actually in love. It seems as though I cannot get enough of it. It seem as though I had picked my favorite flavor of ice cream, but truly, the ice cream had picked me as its favorite. Spoon, bowl, ice cream, scoop, eat, slurp, lick, drink, disappointed, get more. That is my daily routine. Whenever I eat chocolate chip ice cream I remember my dad. When I was little, I would love chocolate chip ice cream so much, that sometimes I would not sleep until I got what I wanted (I was quite spoiled). My dad would always drive to the Baskin Robins on Glendale Boulevard to buy me my ice cream. We would sit by the T.V. and watch Tom and Jerry and sometimes Bugs Bunny if I was lucky. The best part of the ice cream is the bitterness of the chocolate chips mixed with the vanilla sweetness of the ice cream. The contrasting flavors make the 40 minute treadmill run worth the while. As I eat my chocolate chip ice cream, emotions like joy, and excitement, and satisfaction, and happiness, and elation, and cheer run through my mind. Call me crazy, insane, batty, bezerk, in love, obsessed. Call me whatever you want, but who asked you anyway?