Sometimes in life you do something that you should feel guilty about, but yet you have no remorse.
It just feels too good, too delicious to feel bad about it.
For me, this emotional conundrum came when I stepped inside Poppa’s Ice Cream Shop (rough translation) in Valencia, Venezuela.
The ice cream, gelato, sorbet, whatever it was was so smooth and rich I didn’t care if my teeth rotted out from all the sugar, I got enough cellulite for me and the next three women, or if my stomach simply hurt later on from the ice cream. It was full of flavor, creamy, and amazing. Sometimes when you eat it becomes a sensuous experience. Eating at Poppa’s is one of those times. I’ve never had ice cream so smooth.
Let it be known that ice cream is one of my all time favorite things to eat. I get ignorant about it in all honesty. A doctor could tell me tomorrow to stop eating ice cream, and I wouldn’t. Life is too short to be denying myself foods I enjoy.
Poppa’s, hands down, is the best ice cream I’ve ever had in my life. I was hurt that I discovered this place my last 10 days in Valencia.
So, of course, I went three times before I left for summer vacation. I had to get it in! The plain cheesecake, chocolate cheesecake, and nutella flavors will be calling my name all summer long, but I will return as soon as I get back to Valencia.