I tasted my salted caramel ice cream again today after dinner. The one where I had mixed bits of leftover sponge cake from a failed swiss roll experiment (the cake wasn’t bendy enough and fell to pieces when rolled). In the small moment, memories of all my ice cream moments blasted through me.<\/p>\n
You see, it has been slightly over a year since I launched the Kickstarter. And like many projects, it got more complex than I anticipated. I wasn’t happy with it exactly. And the years trained as a designer, I felt unease.<\/p>\n
But you see, the project all started with a simple taste of ice cream. Probably when I was younger. When my dad generously put scoops into plastic bowls that perhaps came from an airline meal. Our mom was most likely at work at her PM shift as a nurse. And it was the father only<\/i> evening. There I probably had ice cream. Most likely storebought. But it’s memories of those evenings where we weren’t rushed, pushed to do anything.<\/p>\n
I remember tasting freedom.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I tasted my salted caramel ice cream again today after dinner. The one where I had mixed bits of leftover sponge cake from a failed swiss roll experiment (the cake wasn’t bendy enough and fell to pieces when rolled). In … Continue reading