Heaven on a Spoon

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I can go two days without. On the third, I start craving.

As dinner ends, I shoot puppy dog eyes the length of the table, broadcasting my desire, and my husband wilts, then gives in, because after all, it’s his addiction, too.

Taut nerve ends relax into the alchemy of butter and cream and sugar, poured over frozen, creamy decadence spackled with chewy dark yumminess.

There must be a penance to be paid for heaven on a spoon. It will come tomorrow morning, when I step on the scales.

19 thoughts on “Heaven on a Spoon

  1. I adore ice cream. I don’t know whether to be angry or thankful that my husband doesn’t crave it nearly as much as I do πŸ™‚

    I love this line, too:
    Taut nerve ends relax into the alchemy of butter and cream and sugar, poured over frozen, creamy decadence spackled with chewy dark yumminess.

    And now I want ice cream for breakfast πŸ™‚

  2. You have such a wonderful way with words, Kathleen! Ice cream is my absolute weakness, and now you have me melting!

    Near where I live we have a family-owned ice cream shop that makes THE BEST ice cream I have ever had. It is perfection on a cone. Although DQ still comes at a close second!

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