i've had molly moons on the mind, lately. it probably has something to do with an email from my mom with a link to their new cookbook... (you mean i can have molly moon's lavender honey ice cream at HOME?) excited is an understatement. although i'll admit the release of the ultimate ice cream cookbook gave me a small dose of anxiety, too. see, the only time i've made ice cream was a total flop. sure, it froze up okay and we devoured it and loved every bite. but see... it didn't thicken at all. as in, when i finally gave up, stopped the machine, and put it in the freezer, it was still liquid - an incredible amount of chocolate milk.
i'll have to practice. ice cream, anyone?
anyway. molly moon's has me thinking of seattle. in lots of different ways.
i think i mentioned a while back that i'd finally come to terms with the city itself. i decided i actually loved the place quite a lot. it's a beautiful place with interesting people and a food culture to covet. the experience is still requiring mull time, though. i'm still not sure where i'm at with it. with most life experiences, i can attach a general word or emotion to help me sort through the memories, put them in their mental boxes, all organized and resolved. for example, i can say with surety that the last summer i spent in my ivins home was bliss. pieces of my life were in disarray and i wasn't happy the whole time, but looking back i can say good memory and stick it in the wonderful box. i can pin several relationship memories clearly in the negative life experience box.
but seattle? i just can't peg the experience. i guess most things in life aren't as simple as just good and bad, and probably most can't even be put on a gradient scale of black to white and all the shades in between. all experiences have good parts, bad parts, weird parts and funny parts. but it makes my organizational mind squirm to have things our of their boxes, sometimes.
despite the continuing mental confusion, there are a few things i can label specifically with good. maybe even with fantastic.
molly moon's is one of them. before seattle, ice cream was just ice cream. if it was offered, i'd gladly take part in its consumption, but it wasn't ever my treat of choice. molly moon's changed all of that. i can't count the times i went that summer. too many - or never enough depending on the viewpoint. i ate more ice cream that summer than i'll probably eat this year. okay, maybe more than i'll eat in the next two years. and i fell in love with it! the crunch of the waffle cones, the fresh vibrant flavors... honey lavender was a reining favorite. but i really love their sasquatch flavor, too. this ice cream taught me how to live.
it took a girl who would always and forever choose chocolate over anything else and transformed her into someone who couldn't wait to try the next seasonal fruit flavor. i started buying waffle cones, not giving a darn about how many calories they were (or how many extra dollars it would cost). two different flavors if i get an extra scoop? bring it on.
never before had i eaten a treat with such freedom. i appreciated their commitment to local ingredients instead of caring what the calorie content was. i savored the taste as long as possible instead of shoveling it down like most strictly rationed sugar in my life. i learned that food, enjoyed, is food at it's best.
in part, molly moon's is to thank for helping me end unhealthy restriction in my life. not that it's all the way done forever - just a bigger step in the right direction. and in the right direction i'll continue to go.
now somebody get me that cookbook! ;)
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