My advice to you is not to inquire why or whither, but just enjoy your ice cream while it’s on your plate.
When we were on our LLF vacation, caramel sundaes became a thing for us. The craving for one is ignited by the sunshine so, after church and a light lunch, when we head out to run a couple of errands, we stop along the way to pick one up and head to the park.
It’s busy, on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. We sit on a rock on the riverbank, enjoying our sundaes and watching boats go by. We take a meandering walk through the park—past families having picnics in the grass; past children building sandcastles on the beach; past the rose garden where I pause to inhale the sweet fragrance; and past one defiant young woman laying on a blanket, with a little dog on a leash next to her, who is choosing to ignore the sign forbidding canine friends in the park.
Gerry says we should buy some caramel syrup so we can make sundaes at home. He also says that, for the cost of our two sundaes, we could buy an entire tub of ice cream.
I say it’s money well spent.