I want to taste pistachio ice cream straight from your mouth, lick the melt from your chin and chest.
I want to go back to my first taste of ice cream , me standing on the hill in St. Lucia leading to the general hospital. It was a hot sunny day. My mother and I had just left the hospital. Walking down the road, I saw this white van with pretty pictures painted on it. There was a joyful jingling emanating from van. I saw the…
