The blurb inside the ice cream tub cover says:
"One bite of our Macaroons and we're confident you'll agree they're one of the best. Moist and very chewy, they're made with lightly sweetened milk and mixed in with tender grated coconut shreds oven-baked to perfection. Scattered in a light , buttery classic vanilla ice cream, and swirled with rich caramel fudge, Macaroons in Vanilla ice cream is a combination that's classic and romantic.
We put our ideas where our taste buds lie. That's why at Selecta, we are committed to bring you an exceptional ice cream experience. We lavishly use only the finest milk, chocolates, nuts, and the choicest fruits that nature has to offer. This ice cream is made exclusively for your pleasure, from source to scoop. Created with so much passion, you can taste it.
This paper lining assures you of ice cream that is safely packed and handled with care. Enjoy!"
Wow. I think this is the first time I've actually read what's written on the paper covering the ice cream in the container. As I keep saying, I'm not much of an ice cream person. That's why I'm wondering why I have vivid mind images involving ice cream.
Driving out to Blue Bell Creameries in Brenham, Texas, in a van full of assorted relatives, having our picnic lunch in somebody's driveway, then laying down among the bluebonnets blooming on the hillsides, to have our pictures taken.
Savoring the absolutely fabulous three-layered chocolate parfait at the Broadway Centrum, in Quezon City, just a few minutes away from my post-grad dormitory.
Eating ice cream with peanut butter at the Insular Hotel in Dumaguete with someone who doesn't even remember that memory.