Write about something you hate from the perspective of someone who loves it....

(Industrial) Coconut ice-cream.

____Have you ever felt this deep disappointment when you open your freezer, desperately wanting your favorite ice-cream flavor and… Horror ! your little brother, or your old mother, your gardener or your maid has greedily finished the last drops in the last tub. This frustration is particularly intense for me in the specific case of coconut ice-cream. Some killjoys always target coconut ice-cream as the holy-mother of every vice of the twenty-first century : “it is completely chemical ! and have you seen this color ? Coconut is not white like that ! And the taste is a catastrophe. I am sure there is not a single molecule of coconut inside !”. But honestly, who cares? Yes, it is chemical ; no, there is probably no real coconut inside ; yes, the list of components looks like the perfect recipe for an atomic bomb… but it is so good ! This very sweet taste, this white color, here are the inimitable qualities of a good-cheap-chemical-industrial coconut ice-cream. The power of coconut ice-cream is in its ability to make me dream, to make me travel. No need to go in a lost paradise on the middle of the Pacific Ocean: Paradise is in the fridge, it smells like an exotic cruise, it looks like a naked belly dancer. Better than a touristic brochure ! No need to go skiing : the purity of whiteness, the softness of snowflakes is in your bowl. Your longing for purity will be totally fulfilled. Do not listen to these bored and boring leftist intellectuals who will invariably say : “this is a means of alienation, coconut ice-cream is the drug that makes people forget their every-day stinking life”. True ! But still, I love it. Just speaking about it I drool over a big portion of this softness, of this milky, jelly texture, of this inimitably chemical flavor. I can easily imagine my tongue sensuously welcoming the coldness in my mouth, the liquid flowing along my throat, the feeling of intense pleasure diffusing in my entire body. My limbs are tensed, a small drop of sweat has just appeared on my forehead : “CRAP ! WHO DID FINISH THE ICE-CREAM ?”