2003-10-09 - 12:16 a.m.
Could you walk out on me now?
I delight in knowing that special treat a person looks forward to at the end of the day. Steven told me he ate ice-cream with a certain uncle of his evering evening of a visit. His uncle finished his day with a bowl of ice cream. With little kids this becomes a tradition, a trade-mark of sorts. Ice-cream will always remind Steven of this uncle.
My delight would be the depths of pistachio gelato, but I can only get a cup at work. Today is the second time I reveled in this food and by the end I was full, but I did not want the goodness to end at all.
Instead, I look forward to a glass of sherry a few nights out of the week, dried fruit, and white chocolate. Cashews. Cashews would be great with this, but, alas.
