4 September 2010
While at the mall, we got some icecreams. I felt a little overwhelmed with all the people and the language and the options so I pointed to a pink fluffy one that looked like strawberry (I know, real adventurous). Turns out, the flavor that I choose was named “American Strawberry.” And it did taste like the most American Strawberry ice cream that could be made. It’s hard to describe, but there was no other name for that dish. Not even simply Strawberry. It had to be American Strawberry.
At least I know where to go get some comfort food.
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