Mango Mango

On the walk home from the radiology laboratory on Wednesday, we stopped for un litro of ice cream for the skipper and one of mango for the lactose-intolerant crew. The lovely thing about La Fuente, besides the fact that they make the ice cream themselves, is that they pack up cones to take home with the purchase. Granted, they should. Ice cream here is like gold. But we have few expensive habits; this just happens to be the major one. And we did walk miles in the heat....  And I did get a good report from the doctor....

So, we have decided that the way to enjoy the luxury of fattening food is to eat it occasionally and in small servings. Which is what we did yesterday. A mere scoop, small, in a bowl. But today it was hot again -- at least 100 -- and the breeze hid at midday. What was one (or rather, what were two) to do?

I only filled those giant cones so the treat came even with the top. Honest Injun.

Michael told me to come look at the picture he took. He called it the Mango Monster. See if I talk to him tonight!