Spring has rolled around again, and with it has brought certain cultural norms that accompany the clement weather. Shorts, sunglasses, bikes.... Oh, and yes, there are those individuals belonging to the fringe group already jumping into the lakes. But it's not these various pleasantries that I'm anticipating so eagerly; no, I am overjoyed instead by the return of the hallowed ice cream cone. That symbol of the carefree summer, the Ice Cream Cone has long been revered for its simplicity, diversity, and its cooling properties. I know what you are thinking; you know that ice cream is not limited to summer. Ice cream is a confection that all enjoy all year round. To limit ice cream to summer is a restriction upon mankind that cries out to heaven for vengeance, is it not? This is true, and I have also devoured several gallons of the frozen delight throughout the long and painful winter months. But that was mere ice cream, often just in a bowl, or, straight out of the carton. But the Ice Cream Cone; well, it is a symbol almost exclusively of warm summer days. And also the fewer warm spring and autumn days. Well, I had better be going; I still have not enjoyed the first Ice Cream Cone of the year, and that is a crime of the greatest outrage.
Bon Appetite!
Garver McHallie
PS, song of the day is Cali In A Cup, by The Woods.
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