I think it is human nature to mark time, to have certain events or images that re-occur and yet are different each time, making such experiences evocative of previous ones; things like holidays, anniversaries, reunions. Time passes and things change, people enter and exit our lives, sometimes quietly and sometimes not-so-quietly. There is something about watching the fireworks on the 4th of July that triggers that nostalgic feeling in me, and as the lightshow displays in the sky, my mind is often flooded with images of other such moments from years gone by. I don't even have to close my eyes to remember how the sparkler my grandmother held lit up her face as we stood together in my uncle's front yard, or to be transported back to the age of 16, lying on my back in the grass with my friends staring up at the cloudless sky on a hot Texas night, talking about what life would be like once we were all grown up and on our own. And then there was last night itself, with me standing on the crowded Alabama Street bridge with my brother, my husband, and my best friend, watching the brilliant lightshow in the midst of the heavy clouds under the typical Northwest drizzle that I have grown so accustomed to.
Ice cream, you ask? Yes, ice cream. Ice cream is one of those evocative triggers. Think back to the music of the ice cream truck and the joyful cries and sounds of running children that usually accompany it. Or remember your childhood birthday parties, culminating in the eating of cake and ice cream. Or the times your parents or grandparents would suggest taking you out for ice cream as a special treat, or to mark the end of an important day. You need look no further than the line leading out of Mallard's on a summer evening in Bellingham to realize the importance of ice cream in celebrating life's special moments.
And of course, being vegan, I am not speaking literally about ice cream, but rather the associations that are tied to it. And although I would never knock the joys of consuming Soy Delicious straight out of a pint carton with a spoon in the comfort of my own home, I am so happy that Mallard Ice Cream has not forgotten the vegans in Bellingham, and that they have made it possible for us to enjoy the pleasures of consuming a delicious treat in the company of our friends and family.