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"If you were an ice cream flavor, which would you be and why?"
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Distant but tender memories come to mind when I think of ice cream; the sweet afternoon ice cream trip was our family’s refuge on a hot weekend.
My little brother and I would jabber away our anticipation for the cooling delight; our imaginations running wild as we talked about our dream of an endless ice cream fountain gushing out our favorite ice cream, with occasional gummy bears and chocolate bites spewing forth.
I giggle with the realization that the dream never got old. Just like my favorite vanilla bean ice cream. It’s been my first choice ever since I was a little girl and even now as a twenty-some year old. And guess what? I never realized how similar I was to good ol’ vanilla bean, until now.
Some would call it plain. I like to use the word simple. It doesn’t crave attention, with bold fruity bursts or fudge shots. It doesn’t intimidate the common onlooker with too much color, or shock the curious sampler with too much flavor. It politely announces itself and greets your taste buds with a warm hug, melting straight into your heart. Its humble nature doesn’t mind being paired up with chocolate chips, rainbow sprinkles, brownie bits, or even share a spot with pumpkin pie. It’ll even take the plunge for you just to make the perfect root beer float. Vanilla bean doesn’t put on a show with lavish shams or concern itself with external appeal; it is straightforward, effortless, and always delectable!
Condensed milk, cocoa, cream, and vanilla simmer into a genial blend against the tar background of the saucepan. The mixture soon spills into the ice cream maker alongside a handful of almonds and a sizable portion of marshmallows.
As a reward for my culinary efforts, rocky road ice cream soon materializes in front of me. As I greedily attack the frozen creation, my younger sister is momentarily distracted by the white peeking out of the chocolate mounds.
"Are those marshmallow and almonds?" she asks inquisitively.
I nod my head in affirmation.
"Hmm ... you know, you are just like your ice cream," she muses.
"Go on," I encourage, amused.
"Well, some people may think you’re kind of plain — nice, friendly, familiar. The kind of person people turn to for comfort, like the chocolate part of the ice cream. But then your quirks emerge. The marshmallows showcase your gooey, romantic side. Genuinely sweet, but sensitive, and easily impacted by those around you. Then, there’s the almond side of you. You’re dependable and shrewdly intelligent. You’re healthy for those around you — you restore the logic when we become frustrated by our problems. Some people don’t like you because they are scared of anything unique and interesting, but those closest to you can think of no better combination. Like the name suggests, it’s never boring with you in our lives.”
I laugh at my sister’s offhand wisdom and hug her as we continue to contentedly savor our homemade ice cream.
Woodland Hills, CA
I was rainbow sherbet. Pretty, but lonely. No one showed much interest in me. I tried on some toppings, but coconut, brownie pieces, and candy-coated nuts clashed with me. So I surrendered to my place behind the mint chocolate chip and the butter pecan. I let them have the glory. I'd been passed by so many times, I started to feel comfortable in the back of the freezer as I was pushed further into the corner to make room for the flavor of the month. I figured it would go on like that until someone cleaned out the freezer. They would be surprised to realize I'd even been in there at all. It didn't happen like that though.
When they were sick they found me. They recognized and appreciated I was cool and comforting. My sweet simplicity was soothing, familiar and welcomed. I wasn’t trying to prove anything with loads of ingredients. I just wanted to help. I finally realized my value. I’m honest, straightforward, reliable, resilient, loyal, easy to work with, and the one you reach for in a crisis. Sometimes I get my hopes up that I’ll be someone's first choice and feel disappointed when I'm not. But mostly I've accepted that having brownie pieces and coconut isn't who I am. I don't need to mask who I am. I am unapologetic. I am rainbow sherbet.
Kyra K. Kent, WA
“The last step before we can hire you is a personality test,” the ice cream employment manager informed me. “We need to make sure you aren’t a troublemaker. The test also helps us determine which job in our company is best for you.”
I expected the manager to hand me a survey to complete. Instead, he wheeled over a machine that looked like a salon hair dryer, motioning for me to sit underneath it.
The hair dryer emitted heat, but there was no air. “It’s scanning your brain to read your personality,” the manager explained. I felt like a lab rat.
After several minutes, I heard the noise of a printer, and then the brain scan machine spoke.
“The ice cream personality flavor of this applicant is pumpkin spice,” the machine reported like a proud chef displaying a bowl of his ice cream to customers. “Very detail oriented, as shown by the exact proportions of spices required for this flavor. A perfectionist who is eager to please. Few ice creams are as flawlessly smooth and creamy as pumpkin spice. Perfect for the calibration and measuring department, where precision is a must.”
A pause. I imagined the machine clearing its throat. “Agreeably smooth, yet unsuitable for customer work because she often stays in her shell. Introverted. Melts slowly. Takes longer than most to warm up to others. Despite weaknesses, hiring recommended. Overall, a unique flavor.”
The manager smiled at me. “You’re hired,” he declared.
Jessica G. Farmington, NMMajor: Paramedic
Only one flavor of ice cream best describes me.
It’s scarce and uncommon; unlikely heard of or seen.
Very unique in its color and labeled that name, so bold and shapely it reels without shame.
This fruits outer skin needn’t be removed.
It is delicate and soft and may be consumed.
With insides emblazoned with red and yellow, this luscious produce is perfect and mellow.
And after you thought your indulgence was done, there’s a surprise in the middle that can be some fun.
This wrinkly seed holds a future inside.
Plant and nourish it as time dances by.
If you water and pamper with relentless love, that seed will grow to the skies above.
Amazing in itself, this fruit is much like our race: Flourishing and growing with each beautiful face.
Getting bumped and bruised in the process of life, but aiming to please as it would suffice.
So if you ever ask what flavor is mine, I’ll say: “Life is just peachy and the ice cream is divine.”
Victoria M. Friendswood, TXMajor: Food Science
We walk, hand in hand, through the park as I silently savor my ice cream cone. Without reason, we take a seat on a bench, overlooking the peaceful lake, and take in the serenity that surrounds us. He looks at me. “I guess it really is true: you are what you eat.” “I’m ice cream?” I flash him a puzzled look. “Yes, my love, but more specifically: a vanilla ice cream cone.” I maintain my look of confusion, and he continues, “At first glance, you seem so simple, and this simplicity never fails to make me smile. You remind me what it feels like to be a kid again, young and carefree.” A smile creeps across my face as he talks, and I anxiously await more. “It takes a brave soul to really dive in and discover how complex you really are, because,” he states very matter-of-factly, “you are blocked by a crunchy waffle cone exterior.” A giggle escapes my lips at his analogy. “But, once you crack past that, you can really start to enjoy everything you have to offer. There is the occasional vanilla bean which is a pleasant surprise.” He looks me in the eyes, “You are always full of surprises, my dear. “ “And more importantly than all that, I take one look at you and I feel joy. You are, and will always be, my home.” It is with those words that I, very much like a vanilla ice cream cone, melt into his hands.
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