Ah, there's nothing quite like a delicious scoop of ice cream. I love it all, pretty much, unless there's fruit in it. Bleh. But there's something particularly special about putting chocolate and peanut butter in it. I love putting peanut butter in ice cream. The rich sweetness of the vanilla goes really well with the salty-sweet creaminess of peanut butter. And chocolate? Well, chocolate is always welcome to the party. I love that stuff.
It seems to me that ice cream shines best on a bad day. The day someone ripped out my hair? Ice cream made it all better. Someone tore my book apart with ruthless yet accurate remarks? Ice cream stopped those tears. My hip decides to injure itself? Ice cream made me forget that pain.
It's not a cure-all; far from it. But ice cream is so delicious... do I really need an excuse to eat it?