Earlier this week after a neighbor a few blocks away saw me driving with my mother and children in a vanful of ice cream lickers, she commented, "Wow. Ice cream every day. That's a lot of ice cream."
On the day she saw me take my mother out twice in one day for a double scoop ice cream treat, this woman decided I needed to know the fat content of the creamiest frozen custard in town. In case I wasn't aware, because obviously, I had no idea what I was putting into my mother.
241 calories in one scoop, 482 calories in a double scoop. 12 grams of fat and 202 mg of cholesterol per serving **404 in a double scoop, just so we know**
"Are you sure all that ice cream's good for her?"
Let me mull that over, let me consider how to reduce my answer to only two or three sentences.
Having to decide whether to add say, six days extra to my mother's life right now by low fat, low cholesterol eating versus cutting her life short a week and instead replacing it with giving her something to look forward to as soon as she wakes up by knowing those that love her are on their way, bearing gifts that come with double hot fudge on top.
"Yup." I answer my neighbor. "I'm sure. So's her Doctor. He even wrote out a prescription for her -- two scoops a day of whatever she wants. It's called the Hospice Food Pyramid."
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