Dirty Ice Cream

The last time I had some of it was during my last visit to a public park. I don't really know why it's called dirty ice cream since it is, I believe, not dirty, in the first place, but it is absolutely ice cream.

In fact, I was somehow surprised when I gave the Mamang Sorbetero my P5 coin because he looked at me as if I just descended from another planet. "Sampu na ho ngayon" he barked, as if admonishing me for thinking that he peddled a "cheap" product.

So it was ten pesos, alright, for a small cone and a few scoops of two-colored, two-flavored dirty ice cream.

I always enjoy the last leg of our visits to the "eat-all-you-can" joints, because it is often a choice between halo-halo and dirty ice cream. For me it is not actually a choice at all because I always end up having halo-halo with ice cream, like most people do, anyway.

Of course, these days ice cream, dirty or not, is seldom on our menu, unless it is the sugar-free type. The reasons become obvious as one piles up the years and blood sugar levels become the object of one's watchful eyes instead of other more interesting curves.

It's good to have a cone of dirty ice cream once in a while. It make me feel one with the world.