Do you remember your very first taste of ice cream? A hot day, asphalt smoking, air buzzing with cicadas? Chocolate-coated fingers? Delighted licks? A smear across your t-shirt? I don’t. Not exactly. I’m sure it’s in there somewhere, tied into the reward-happiness-endorphin wiring of my neurons. Fortunately, I’ve seen Sofia enjoy her first few bites. The concentration, to the total exclusion of everything else, is such a wonderful thing to witness. How often do we escape so fully anymore as adults? You can almost see the sparks as new neural connections are being made. Her quizzical face. What is this? How is this possible? her expression says. Can you frown with delight? I’m beginning to think so. Anyway, I’m not sure which one of is more delighted. Sofia, for enjoying a brand new experience. Or me, for being reminded of what a fantastic thing it is to be wrapped up in such a simple sensation as a taste.