All of my family love ice cream, but my dad was always the biggest fan. My mum is more Ben and Jerry's whilst he is that worryingly orange/golden cornish vanilla which was 99p a tub from the local supermarket.
My bonding times with my dad when I was younger were sat on our grubby and old fashioned, but very comfy, cream/biege corner sofa in the playroom eating ice cream straight from the tub whilst watching telly with my dad. He would have the newspaper under a rapidly melting tub of Neopolitan ice cream and I would at first be happy with the odd spoonful, but then would head off to the kitchen to get my own spoon.
I liked mixing the vanilla and strawberry, the chocolate and vanilla, but never the strawberry and chocolate and I still don't like chocolate mixed with fruit - yuk!
The came my older sister Mara who only enjoyed her dinner when it was doused in ketchup. So we dared her to put ketchup on her vanilla ice cream. She tentatively had a few spoonfuls and then left it to melt into an unbecoming pink gloop. But dad was relentless. No food could be wasted. He made her eat it.
So in relation to this a layout celebrating the simple pleasures of ice cream, picture is taken on Coronado Island in San Diego.
(Please excuse the photo - daylight is not very forthcoming in England and I over photoshopped it I think!)
Completed for High in the Sky's storytelling Sunday and inspired by Julie Kirk's purple phase using lilac, purple and stone.
What strange foods did you enjoy as a kid?