As I stoically pulled my sweatshirt hood over my head, I realized that after fourteen years to the day of living here, I have finally adapted and can now accept the rain simply for what it is. And as I watched the fireworks with a mixture of happiness and sadness, feeling a little sentimental, maybe even a little maudlin, it struck me that life is made up of many such moments, and the trick is to recognize it in the everyday. And sometimes that is not so easy. So instead we search for moments that stand out, moments of celebration or spontaneity or both, moments of feeling carefree coupled with a sense of belonging. Which brings me to ice cream.
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.