Pancakes and Ice Cream

On our first camping date Kyle packed a cantelope. I was very impressed that this guy packed fresh fruit for a camping trip and was so health conscience. About a year after that I offered him some fruit salad and he said he didn't like cantelope. I was so confused as it was actually a fruit in our lives together that had made me a little more attracted to this nerdy person. 

During quarantine Kyle has wanted to make pancakes a few times, but generally stops when he sees the only mix I have is the Kodiak Kakes brand that is extra dense and protein enriched. Fair enough. Eventually I picked him up some pancake mix formerly known as Aunt Jemima. As it hasn't been opened yet the box featuring the gentile black woman may one day be worth more than the few dollars I paid for it by racists at an auction house who want to remember the good ole days and a black person they can claim they like. But that's beside the point. We then went to Costco and Kyle saw a huge box of Kodiak Kake pancake mix and said we should get it. I reminded him I had actually just bought a box of normal sized pancake mix so we went on. Then on this little work somewhere else vacation we have been on I ordered some fancy brunch pancakes to split! It was upon plating them up for Kyle that he said "I actually don't really like pancakes." I was dumbfounded. "If you don't like them then why do you make them?" I asked. "Why did you want to buy more pancake mix at that?!? This is the cantelope all over again." He laughed because he realized the hypocrisy and I didn't get it really until today. 

In Savannah there is a over 100 year old ice cream shop named Leopold's that is immesensly popular. I have been badgering Kyle every day that we should get this ice cream. Everybody loves it and the line is so stupidly long I would tell him. So finally today we went and did an order ahead (super long line in covid times... no thank you). And we got back to the car and sanitized our hands. The ice cream was creamy and thick. So thick you had to chew it. I had a rich deep peanut butter flavor. Kyle joked I could have just eaten cold peanut butter. And he was right. As I finished my cup he looked at my face. "You look so disappointed." "No" I shrilly replied. "It was really good. I liked it." I said then stared ahead. But he was right. And I say it all the time. I really don't like ice cream.