I'm basically lactose
intolerant. I can't eat pretty much any dairy with out having gut wrenching
pains soon there after. Followed by a not so pleasant trip to the loo. But it
doesn't stop me, nope not one bit. Cereal with milk, pizza with extra cheese, Buffalo
wings with extra blue cheese, feta crumbles on my burgers, and the caveat, Ice
Cream! I love it, the way it melts in your tongue, the way it cools your whole
mouth, the way the smell of it gets stronger as it melts in your bowl. There's
nothing bad about its. I make no apologies for eating it.
Ok that's a lie I make
one apology pretty much every time I eat it.
Only apology I make
about ice cream is to my stomach, and that sounds a lot like an abusive husband
apologizing to his battered wife "I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again I
promise! It's just so hard I never think about what I'm doing, and how much I
hurt you till after the fact, please forgive me!"
And eventually my
stomach does and we move on, until the next time, and we end up right back in
the same situation, repeating history.
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