For years, I was vegetarian just so I could always eat ice cream. (OK, there were other reasons, but the ice cream factor was certainly there!)
Last night, we were at a Bat Mitzvah celebration where they just served a dairy dessert.
At the entrance, there was an ice cream bar where you could get ice cream in a cup, in a sugar cone, or scooped on top of a freshly made waffle! Yumm!!!
I took a deep whiff, then passed by to greet the ba'alei hasimcha (celebrants). After hugs and a few words, other people caught their attention, and I went to go stand on line.
It was worth the wait!
I actually asked for TWO waffles, both with maple syrup, one with strawbery ice cream, the other with maple ice cream, both topped with white and dark chocolate syrup and sprinkles.
I hurried to a table, so I could enjoy the contrast of the hot waffle and the cold ice cream.
I was in heaven.
I wanted more, but my tummy had no room. I knew I would regret it if I took more.
The speeches and performances were sweet and meaningful. The dancing (led by Naomi Moss) was super energetic. But the ice cream.... was divine.
It was not until I was driving home that I realized - that's all there was.
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
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