Mmm, chocolate and pears sounds strangely good, Poet.
I found some teeny containers of vanilla Haagen Dazs ice ream in the back of the freezer. As my boy was heading out the door to go to his gym (Brazillian Jiu Jitsu training tonight), he punched me really hard in the shoulder.
When I asked him what that was for, he said for many reasons.
First, he remembered when he was small and I told him that it was our ancestors who invented ice cream. That we were direct descendants of the great Norwegian king Haagen Dazs, of which the ice cream is named today. He believed that for years, until he told his teacher and kids in school one day. Lol.
Then, he punched me again saying that it was for asking if he ever sees any rabbis in his Jiu Jitsu classes...
So, tonight's dessert, when my boy gets home, will be ancestral ice cream, and aspirin.
A true lover of nature does not despair now that his mistress has turned a colder cheek.