Cherry Pie

There is not much like warm cherry pie with cold frozen custard.  The opposition of the cold and the warm is HEAVEN.  I have never been there of course, but I assume it would be comparable if not much much better than the combo of warm pie and ice cream.  Warm pie and ice cream is like the fitness program P90X Insanity, for your mouth.  Except instead of muscle confusion it is taste-bud confusion.  And instead of screaming angry obscenities between gulps for air as you slowly die of over-exertion, you mumble exclamations of deliciousness between shovels of pie into your so appropriately called "pie-hole."  Even though I am attempting to do so, through somewhat specific analogies, there truly are no words to describe the wonderful experience that is eating warm cherry pie and cold ice cream.  Ok.  Now brace yourself.  I am about to get all philosophical on you.  I think, that we need to start treating the differences between people, like warm cherry pie (or whatever pie suits your fancy.  If you don't like pie, maybe go for the whole salty-sweet thing like pretzels and M&Ms.  If you don't like that, you aren't human so I hope your not reading my blog because that would be kind of terrifying.)  Anyway.  I think we should start treating our differences like warm cherry pie and ice cream.  They are different.  One is cold the other is warm.  And sure, both of them are super delicious and wonderful on their own.  But when you put them together, BAAM!  Undefinable wonders of the most amazing kind happen.  I mean if simply combining the differences of warm cherry pie and cold ice cream can create the tastiest of tasty desserts, think what kind of amazing things we could do if we embraced our differences as people and joined together to live harmoniously.  Didn't see all that coming did you?  Maybe you did.  It doesn't really matter.  What does matter is that there is a piece of warm cherry pie and frozen custard in the other room.  So if you will just excuse me, I think I am going to go enjoy.