Ode to an Ice CubeClear, cold orb that rules my glass,With so many types, it's hard to pass. Small, soft cubes with dimples are divine; When slightly melted, crunch inside my mouth quite fine! And ice machines! Heaven! Sample I must If I don't stop with one cup, surely I'll bust! Nothing has ever tasted quite as sweetAs a mouthful of frozen water against my teeth! My dentist has scolded and my doctor frowns; Yet I continue devouring the frigid crowns. Round ones and square ones Chipped, crushed and frappéed ones! Time-honored friends, I hope you relate; This longing for ice cubes just will not abate. So onward I trek in search of perfection, Longing for frozen (and melting) confections.
Exactly how I feel about the ice at the clinic. Yummy. I sit and wonder how much it would cost to buy one exactly like it. And then I think maybe I could buy one on E-bay. I love that ice. Soft and chewy.
I even bought a stupid $70 electric ice crusher but it only chops my ice cubes so I have HARD sharp ice chips. So....it sits in my kitchen.Un used....unloved!
Cool poem. would be good to put music to it but i would put a country spin on it. But your song your music.
Ya, I have a Blender that has an ice crusher setting but the water in my building tastes like crap making for crappy tasting icecubes and like you said, they are hard! Too hard for crunching like with the dialysis unit's ice! How do they do it? lol