There Is Always Room For Dessert (My Experience in the Mission)

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Whether it’s the beginning of the day, the middle of the afternoon, or even the peak hours of the early morning – there is always room for dessert.

And my morning began with just that – a miniature, bite-sized cupcake from Mission Minis bakery in San Francisco. These cute, tiny little treats had my mouth watering, as I gazed through the plastic partition separating those little morsels of delight from my wanting taste buds.

A bright bubblegum pink wall presented the flavors of the gourmet mini cupcakes. Although each and every one of the flavors sounded equally satisfying, I knew I was going to get the Ruby Red Velvet.

Mission Minis

While the name enticed me, with its rather regal ring, just the thought of the chocolatey red velvet cake frosted with a large dollop of cream cheese icing, had me hooked. With the first bite, the smooth cake began to intermingle with the rich cream cheese frosting; a duo that had me royally enchanted.

Following this elegant mini delight, food was rampant, from a hand-cut pastrami sandwich on double-baked rye bread to a huarache served up with homemade masa and a killer salsa.

But even after visiting six eateries and feeling as if my stomach had exceeded its capacity, the moment I saw the ice cream shop, Humphry Slocombe, I caught my second-wind (read: second-stomach). Who ever says they don’t have room for ice cream?

This was far from your every day ice cream shop, however, as I soon learned that the owner prided himself on making children cry, a twisted, yet funny way of saying that he made ice cream for adults.

Like Mission Minis, there were a number of ice cream flavors that were tantalizing, but since we had eaten at two Mexican spots just before arriving here, I went ahead and went with what seemed like the obvious choice – Horchata ice cream.

Humphry Slocombe

As soon as I took a spoonful of my generous helping, I had a slight Proustian moment. The light flavor of the ice cream and the soft grainy texture of the rice base had me recalling memories of my childhood. But as I swallowed the first bite, it was gone; I couldn’t quite recall what it was that I had been thinking about. And then I took another bite of the cinnamon infused ice cream, but the memory was still just a blur. I thought the third bite might just do the trick and as the lemony taste hit my tongue, it slowly came to me – the ice cream tasted just like my grandma’s Portuguese rice pudding.

And I think this is why we always have room for dessert. Dessert can fill our body and mind with more than just sugar and hefty calorie counts. It can fill us with memories from the past that we might have not thought about in years, but that still have the power to bring about a smile or even a tear.

But let’s be honest with ourselves, even without this powerful deeper meaning, there’s still always, without a doubt, going to be room for dessert.

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2 thoughts on “There Is Always Room For Dessert (My Experience in the Mission)

  1. Great title! I really enjoyed that. “As I gazed through the plastic partition ,” is a very specific and relatable experience. “Food was rampant,” is another apt description. As is a “hand-cut pastrami sandwich on double-baked rye bread” and “soft grainy texture of the rice base.” Great adjectives there. You also do a nice job of focusing on a theme, telling this trip with a unique emphasis.

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