Microwaving Ice Cream: Odyssey of a Former Ice-Cream Hater
I hated ice cream as a child. No one could understand my lack of interest in conducting clandestine affairs with Ben and Jerry or binging on a bucket of rocky road. Liking ice cream always seems rather strange to me. Even in college when I went with a group of friends to get ice cream at Cold Stone, everyone stared at me aghast when I ordered a brownie sans ice cream. Being an ice cream place, the brownie was mostly stale and highly under rated.
As ice cream tends to be a staple of socialization, I had to concoct some plausible reason that would make perfectly logical my odium towards this dairy product. Not that I didn’t have a perfectly legit reason. In fact, my teeth tend to become rather cold when I eat ice cream. This factor makes the ice cream experience rather unappealing for me. Being someone who prefers to eat spicy food – ideally wrapped in tacos and slathered with gobs of hot sauce, sour cream and guacamole – the idea of eating a cold, melting substance that could fully determine what state to be just failed to attract my palette. However, as my socialization experiences increased in college, I came to the hard truth: I had to find a way to eat ice cream if I intended to bond with the people I hung with. I, the ice-cream-hater, wanted to be one of the crowd.
In the early years when adults impress upon youngsters the danger of giving into peer pressure, they never consider all the implications of this advice. What if my friends are pressuring me into reading some author I detest? Or what about the crazy ones that tries to convince you to stay up a teensy bit longer so as to finish a certain game? And what about the times when you have friends telling you to eat just a little bit more food when you’re really trying to watch your diet? For that matter, what happens when you face the silent pressure to eat ice cream? While I never gave into the other pressures the adults discussed, I did slowly begin to eat ice cream.
At first, I realized that I liked ice cream much better when it was most decidedly in liquid form. In this state, it was no longer caught in the transient, melting place that seemed so revolting to my aesthetics. Besides, melted ice cream was warmer and so my teeth did not hurt as much. So one day while at a friend’s house and they were serving ice cream, I decided to microwave my bowl. Problem solved! Or so I imagined. As you might imagine, the problem is that no ice cream place will microwave your ice cream for you when your out with a gaggle of friends getting ice cream! What silly notions people have about what ice cream should be!
How depressing it must seem to ice cream lovers to see someone microwaving ice cream! Fortunately, one day when I was out visiting another ice cream place – Cold Stone, to be more specific – I discovered one kind of ice cream that I actually enjoyed. Called cookie doughn’t you want some, the ice cream featured one ingredient I loved – cookie dough – plus a smattering of other ingredients that made that dish delectable. I even managed to change the core ice-cream to a chocolate-jello ice cream, which, while being ice cream, was not as cold. Sadly, they don’t have that ice cream anymore.
In any case, that ice cream was love at first bite for me. Although I still don’t like the straight ice cream like chocolate or vanilla, I’ve discovered that ice cream can actually be quite tasty with the right combination of sweets. One kind of ice cream – called bee sting – even combines buffalo sauce in it. Someday, I hope to try this ice cream, as I would then find a more perfect state of ice cream. For now, I’m content in knowing that I have no need to fear when with a group of people that decides they want to go trotting off for some ice cream.
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