| When we'd drive up to Ohio to see my mom's family, we'd always stop at this one Howard-Johnson for ice cream. As a little kid I perceived coffee ice cream as very grown up, so I'd always order that.
Years later as a teenager I got a job as an ice-cream clerk. One day I sampled the coffee ice-cream. As I tool the first bite, I suddely smelled the oily smell of the highway and felt the wet night air on my cheek. After all those years, the taste of coffee ice cream brought back those vivid sensory memories. |
