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Just before I headed into my office, I took the ice cream out of the freezer. I'd tried to talk myself out of it, but alas, the quarantine has done in my dietary discipline. The ice cream was a little too frozen though. We splurged on the good stuff last night-- the peanut butter core with little peanut butter cups to go along with the ice cream. Those parts of the ice cream are great, except it has to be thawed enough in order to get some. I did what you might advise. I left the ice cream on the counter to warm up and fired the computer back up to link a couple videos to learning plans and maybe start this post...
But then I opened Facebook. Truth: I might have scrolled through some posts and even played a video or two.
When I returned to the kitchen, my ice cream container was not on the counter.
"So you decided to come back?" one of my daughters said.
They all laughed.
"You wanted your ice cream soup?"
"It couldn't be that bad," I said, opening up the freezer and retrieving my peanut butter fudge. (There must be some protein in something with a name like that!)
"Don't you dare dig out the core," another daughter said.
I didn't give her decree a second thought as I dug into the perfect consistency of not only the core, but also the surrounding ice cream.
It was divine-- a perfect self-indulgence for getting those last links taken care of, as well as a slice of life.