Tonight was the first of those nights and I couldn't help but childishly grin down at my little cup of ice cream. The flavor of this particular kind is unbeatable, untouchable and unreal. It's kind of like a ground up oatmeal cookie in cold, smooth ice cream form. With hints of warm cinnamon, and microscopic bits of oatmeal cooking swirling around, it hits your tongue with a velvety touch and then satisfyingly bounces off your taste buds.
I've come to notice that I tend to walk a little quickly to JP Licks with a sort of "eyes on the prize" pace and the goal of getting this sweet treat in my hands and down to my belly. However, the walk home looks a little different. It's more of a slow and leisurely stroll that allows me to enjoy each bite as I walk. I even get little twinge of sadness when I can start to see the bottom of the cup; the sure sign that the enjoyment of my little treat is coming to a end. Throwing the cup away, I'm already looking forward to the next time my craving strikes.