Brendan Recommends- A Soft Serve Ice Cream Cone

It's hot outside. It's humid. Today I was in a full sweat after doing nothing more than standing outside breathing.

The Dude II moments before the mess.

Let's cool things down with a nice, simple cone of chocolate and vanilla swirl soft serve ice cream.

Often I'll order a more complicated scoop, but as my plastic spoon digs at the hard chocolate chunks buried within, I'll gaze over at someone else eating a soft serve cone and wonder why I didn't order it myself.

A soft serve ice cream cone is a summer pop song: mass-produced with no nutritious value, but always perfect.

No one ever replies in the negative when when asked, "How's your cone?"

To re appropriate a Woody Allen joke, "Even the worst one is right on the money."

A soft serve ice cream cone is now.

You don't save a soft serve ice cream cone for later after a few exploratory licks.

You have to eat it with the right mix of lazy enjoyment and determined speed, because nothing changes from a solid to a melted liquid mess in your hands faster than a cone piled high with soft serve ice cream.

A soft serve ice cream cone is a race backwards to a moment in your life when you got exactly what you wanted and what you wanted was as easily obtained and as it was forgotten.