Sniff Sniff Sniff

So this next one is about food again. I feel really fat talking about all this food. HOWEVER it's something a little different. Explanation:
I went to Silky's last night to gather some delicious custard for me and my family. As I drove up, many many old memories came to fruition in my brain, seeing as a I worked there for a year. The craziness that is a hot night at an ice cream stand, the silly yellow shirts and painful ugly black shoes, the lack of adult supervision, the stupid same 4 songs played on z107 ever three minutes..... But THEN! I remembered that when I had gone to Ted Drewe's a few weeks earlier with that guy named Justin, something happened. Which leads me to....

6. The Smell of Custard/Ice Cream
As the glorious smell of Ted Drewe's wafted at me, I was absolutely stunned by the longing that filled me. That smell that I hardly noticed when I labored hard in the ice cream stand before filled my body with longing. I WANTED that custard. In case you don't know, the smell of custard is this rich, creamy smell that makes your mouth water and your nose expand in an attempt to get more in. It's like eating ice cream, but with your nose.


A little extreme. But still. It is HEAVENLY. And it's something most people don't ever notice or experience, unless you spend hours locked in a small shack surrounded by the stuff. It's actually quite strong then, and permeates everything- you, your clothes, your hair, your BRAIN. However, after working at Silky's for so long, I had began to get used to, and even forget about, the smell. And so when I quit, and never went back, I thought about missing the actually ice cream, and not the smell of it.
So that crazy little trip to Ted Drewe's brought all those memories back. Of course so much has happened since then that I was filled with wonder at the moment, but quickly forgot. Until last night, when I was once again reminded as I pulled up to the drive through at Silky's.
My suggestion to you, is next time you go to an ice cream stand for some frozen treats is to lean in a bit, and take a whiff. It's absolutely grand.