So, I was invited to create a new wacky flavor by a local ice cream parlor-Yes Mama, your daughter is this important now. The flavor was to reflect the essence of my humble personality, and I was sure people were going to gulp it down. Granted, I’m an acquired taste, but I thought if I took a day off from job hunting, and experimented with flavors at home, I could come up with taste-bud heaven. The way I planned it, it would’ve been similar to the persona I put on during an interview; Technically, it wouldn’t have reflected my personality, but it wouldn’t have been a complete lie either. I had to consider the safety of people and the sales of the parlor. No one wants to be the flavor that gets tossed out in buckets at the end of the day!
First, I headed to the supermarket and got a pint of every flavor. I also stacked up on fruits (I’m not a fruity person, but people like it. If I didn’t put fruits in, I would’ve just sounded like the slob), and cookies. My credit card maxed out, so I ended up with vanilla and whatever my roommate had in the fridge. Everyone likes Vanilla, right?
My roommate is a slob though, so no wonder the fridge was empty save for peanut butter and jelly. I was quick on my feet, and I thought could work mixed in with Vanilla? Fine, I might be somewhat deadly allergic to peanut, but I wasn’t going to eat it. It only had to reflect me; and no one knew me there, so I was vanilla and peanut better and jelly, dammit!
Anyway, turns out, I did have to eat it… in front of too many people. I think I have to move.
I wrote this in response to the daily prompt, “Flavor #32“, by The Daily Post.