Mountain of Mango Ice-Cream
Mountain Of Mango Ice-Cream
It seems ages since we were young and untamed, enjoying rural pleasures
Summers were long and mango ice-cream sessions a ritual in the evenings
A thin custard was made of fresh buffalo milk and mango pulp was added
A thin mango custard mother made which was cooled and poured in
A cylindrical container with a churner and she fixed it in a half wooden barrel
Dad hammered large ice blocks and we excitedly added handfuls of rock salt
Turn by turn we rotated the iron handle atop till hands tired as it became firmer
Mom knew exactly when it was done and sometimes she said a little more
We had our huge steel glasses to binge upon but envied the one who rotated more
The central rectangular churner that gathered the most to slurp upon was his
It was like a mountain of mango ice-cream before us and we never tired of it
We got many scoops piled over our glass brims which were spooned off magically
The mango ice-cream aroma was everywhere as we joked and sat around till late night
Sadly the mango ice-cream doesn't taste the same, it has lost its rural familial flavour
October 27, 2015
Contest: Trashed #3
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