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Ice cream was a big deal growing up.  Summers revolved around playing softball.  Winters revolved around snow days.  But everything revolved around a big "deeesh of creeem" every so often.  This phrase came from Herb who would provide the stuff, providing someone else would scoop.  Done!  Marj didn't have it all that often, but we boys and the Pops had it whenever we could.  In fact, our longtime babysitter, Leota, would make it a huge production whenever she was sitting for us.  No stinking little bowls for us.  No, she grabbed Marj's multi-colored baking dishes - yeah, the big ones you mix with.  Wombie would get the smallest blue one, I'd get the medium red and Phillip would get the huge yellow one.  These would be produced with great panache as well.  Leota knew presentation was just as important as production: nuts, cherries and copious amounts of chocolate syrup.  Herb was a toasted almond fudge fan.  The rest of us vanilla, but would take what we could but sherbet was always off bounds.  That stuff ain't ice cream.  In our high school years it got even better when Marj would have Schwan's stop by weekly to make sure our vat's were always full.

Ask Russell Crowe what ice cream can do to Maximus.  We have been told throughout our lives that ice cream isn't food, it is a treat.  eat it sparingly.  Of course, sparingly in our house was once-a-day.  But there is light at the end of the ice cream scoop.  

Professor Yoshihiko Koga from Kyorin University in Tokyo conducted a study in which half the participants had ice cream for breakfast and the other half had standard breakfast food.  The participants were then given mental tasks to perform.  The studies results showed the ice cream eaters were more "relaxed, concentrated, and achieved superior mental processing."  

Professor Koga learned what I have known since a kid: ice cream "enhances human attention and enhances mental performance."  Breakfast, lunch, supper or midnight snack, it is a miracle brain food.  

The professor, who is a physiologist, also substituted cold water for ice cream and discovered that this, too, enhanced mental acuity, but not as much as ice cream.  Further study is warranted for this breakthrough scientific discovery and I would like to volunteer myself for those studies.  

This is simply too important to be left to amateurs.           




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