Ginger Ice Cream, Part Two

Like all things the ginger ice cream reached its end. It never had a great life expectancy, but it passed its brief life honorably. It was stoical -- almost cold -- to the last. Never showing any fear. It remained bright and cheery and spicy even as it was teetering on the brink of the abyss. It was ever modest, never spoke of itself, never asked for anything, but lived only to please others. A sweet interlude of self-sacrifice, it said of itself. Not in words, but in the way it molded itself to the pressure of a scoop, the way it settled softly between a pair of gingerbread rounds, the way it cooled one's palate even as it softened and dripped playfully on a hot summer evening.

Ginger Ice Cream, R.I.P.

Here are a couple of pictures in memoriam. Happy memories. No regrets. It is how I will always think of these two scoops.