The richest ice cream
When I was a child in my country, I bought ice creams from street vendors who carried in their carts cups and lollipops. My favorite was one, called Chocolito, a mixture of milk chocolate.
I grew up beautiful and passionate and every time I fell in love, I thought my boyfriend's mouth was a Chocolito.
Until one day I met the man of my life, my husband, who taught me to appreciate the delights of a good lemon ice cream with milk.
He resembles a lemon ice cream with milk because he is tall, with white skin and green eyes and I am sure, unconsciously, that was the image that was fixed in my mind when I met him, lemon by his eyes and milk by the color of his skin.
Since then, not a day goes by that I did not think about disguising it with the packaging that covered those ice creams to pay tribute not only to his eternal love but also to the opportunity he gave me to concentrate on two different tastes.
And well wrapped, give a few nibbles little by little, until it dissolves in my lips.