Letters of Life

A Taste of Lavender

You’d think lavender ice cream would be gossamer purple and smell of wild spring-summer.

Instead the one served on Friday afternoon at a cafe down the road looked plainly like ordinary vanilla. It tasted ordinary at first (if home made ice-cream can taste ordinary) but like a second wave, the powdery floral notes crested in.

I wondered that the smell of lavender could be distilled into creamy slops of ice.

In between sips of a frothy flat white, I let the ice cream puddle on my tongue, and imagined stepping into my grandmother’s closet and biting into a mothball.

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