The year I turned ten my mother was doing a cake decorating course. We endured fruit cakes encrusted in thick icing and embellished with fancy edible figurines.
I discovered that a boy could only eat so much sugar.
Being an astute observer of life, I noticed that my mother was using food colourings with her icing sugar to get the fantastic results that adorned her cakes. An idea formed within my imagination – coloured ice-cream. Something different from the standard fare of vanilla or chocolate. Something that would be memorable. Something we would talk about years later.
That year, despite the cool autumn weather, we celebrated my birthday with an ice-cream cake – a big purple ice-cream cake.
Thanks for dropping by, Peter