As I walked past the tourists waiting to board a San Francisco Trolley, I saw many of them (despite the fogginess) holding onto their ice cream cones. I did a double take when I saw a little boy with a cone filled with strawberry. My heart skipped a beat and my stomach felt a bit of nostalgia.
I felt nostalgia despite the fact that I cannot eat ice cream due to my lactose intolerance. I brave eating cheese as there is nothing more divine yet “common” than cheese. My son is not a big ice cream person either. He doesn’t like many sweets. As a matter of fact his dislike of sweets was perplexingly a problem in pre-kindergarten as his teacher was annoyed at the fact that he wouldn’t eat cupcakes. We did get him to try gelato in Rome and he seemed to like it as he exclaimed “this is yummy.”
The gelato he ate in Rome was strawberry-flavored and I was so proud. I was happy that he tried something new. I was also happy that he liked strawberry-flavored gelato. See, I don’t care for chocolate. Vanilla is a bit too vanilla (plain) for me, unless it is vanilla bean and even then I tire of it. I was always a strawberry girl. Growing up I dreamed of strawberry shortcake for it seemed like the perfect dessert to me. I wondered why more of my classmates didn’t like strawberry. Events that had strawberry were awesome in my eyes.
My son, like his mommy, likes strawberry-flavored desserts. Although, he still doesn’t have a huge sweet tooth at all. He is more a pizza-kind-of guy. But when he asks for dessert he asks for a bowl of fresh strawberries. How he came up with that healthy dessert ritual must be tied with my pregnancy term.
While I was pregnant with my little boy, I craved strawberries. I gave up all sweets the second I found out I was pregnant. However, I kept strawberries in my daily eating routine. By my seventh month, I would get so happy to feel him kicking like a mad-man (I actually didn’t know the gender as I chose to be surprised) after I ate a bowl of strawberries. I looked forward to his daily 7pm kickset. I still look back at that time and feel such wonder.
Strawberries have always been my friend and now my son has also taken to them. Not a bad thing to pass on to a future generation. For those of you that have a love of strawberries as well, I raise a glass (strawberry mojito) to you. I am happy to be a strawberry girl.