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El Helado: Un ventaja particular!


Ultimamente me he dado cuenta de que ser grande tiene ventjas y desventajas, y que muchas de estas ventajas son, en ocaciones, algo más que particulares.

A quienes me conocen no les causará tanta sorpresa que encuentre una de esas ventajas particulares el hecho de porder comprar todo el helado que quiera y comermelo a la hora que se me venga en gana.

Quien dijo pues que viviendo uno con los papas y con los hermanos ( especialmente con los mios) se puede dar uno el lujo de tener en su congelador mas de un sabor de helado?, o quizas desayunar- almorzar o incluso cenar helado? o solamente dejarlo en el refrigerados congelado por la simple satisfacción de saberlo alli?... En mi caso seria una de dos: O mis hermanos se lo comieron todo antes de que tubiera tiempo de disfrutar una cucharadita, O me daban sancocho de lengua mis padres por tener una "alimentacion irresponsable" al verme desayunando un plato gigante de helado de chocolate.

Yo la verdad no creo que comer helado cuando se me venga en gana sea estar alimentandose irresponsblemente. El helado esta hecho a base de leche, y la leche tiene calcio, y el calcio es muy importante para la formación de los huesos, asi que no le veo la irresponsabilidad. De lo que sí estoy convencida es de que mi dieta no estaría muy bien vista por mi mamá, preocupada por el consumo de calorias o grasas, y/o por mi papá, quien no le ve la gracia a un heladito desde que él tenia como 7 años.

Así pues queridos seguidores que me declaro una ¡feliz adulta comedora de helado!. Llueva, truene o relampague... y mucho más ahora que por fin se esta dignando el verano en llegar a estas tierras.

Cada vez que miro mi audultez con otros ojos, la descubro mucho más atractiva y entretenida que la infancia ( aunque esa fue encantadora)

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