After a really long, mind-numbing day, there’s really only one thing that makes me feel better: ice cream.
In every dining facility in Baghdad, they have Baskin Robbins ice cream. It’s not quite 31 flavors like they have back home, but it’s at least eight popular flavors.
Ever since I was little, I always loved chocolate ice cream. I would occasionally eat the fudge marble, but I would always choose chocolate first … if I had the choice. When I was a teenager, I used to add chocolate syrup to my chocolate ice cream, which is something I still practice today as a 34-year-old adult.
I don’t eat the ice cream here very often, but there are days where I leave work completely drained mentally. Those are the days where I’m allowed to have “mental ice cream.” I call it that because if I don’t have something to eat that makes me happy, I’ll go mental.
It’s dangerously close to having an eating disorder, but I seem to have no trouble eating it. So, no eating disorder here.