Ice Cream Sundaes - #Sol16
When I was little, the best part of road trips was stopping at Howard Johnson's to eat.
When I was little, the worst part of road trips was leaving behind my little sister. (She would have loved the Sundaes!)
After eating our meal, my older sister and I were allowed to order dessert.
A huge clear bowl-like widemouth wine-looking type glass with warm chocolate fudge sliding down the sides like a rivulet of chocolate heaven. Huge scoops of vanilla ice cream stuffed like fluffy white clouds into the cup blessed with chocolate fudge. Whip cream squirted in crinkly waves resting on top of the clouds of ice cream. A fake gloriously artificial red cherry on top. I would hold my long-handled spoon with anticipation. Anticipation for the sadness to go, the missing to hurt less.
(Source of picture: http://edibleeastbay.com/online-magazine/fall-2012/sweet-cold-and-unforgettable-pleasure/)
The cold ice cream melting against my tongue would clear away the taste of bitter tears . The swirling chocolate would sweeten my throat, so my mind would not dwell in separation but the union of ice cream, whip cream and fudge. It would fill the emptiness of separation.
The rescued whip cream sinking into the swirl of melted ice cream. The sweet to bitterness bottom of the cup as my spoon scraped the bottom and my younger sister's cute dimpled face faded in the background of summer days away from home to spend time with my dad.
Summer days on the road with my father, his wife, and thank God my older sister but not my little sister. Time with my father meant separation from my little sister, mother and stepdad. Families cut into parts, disjointed. Oh the joy of the Ice Cream Sundae to sweeten my heavy heart with a fake bright unnaturally bright red cherry on top!